Wufu couldn't help but be angry. No matter how much she calculated, she could never foresee the treacherous heavens above, which with a casual move of the chessboard, had changed her smooth-sailing life.
Madam Zhou had been longing for that scumbag Wu Lihong for fifteen years. When the two met again, sparks flew wildly; what room was there left for restraint? Surely the two were now as inseparable as glue and lacquer.
She could almost foresee how chaotic life would be in the future. Just the thought of it gave her a headache.
After longing for over ten years to reunite with her lover, would Madam Zhou ignore Wu Lihong, or willingly part from him again?
That basically didn't need any consideration. If she could let go of that person so easily, she wouldn't have waited for him for over ten years.
Wufu rubbed her forehead, her face utterly gloomy. It took her a long while to put on a tired, helpless smile.
