Shan Yingxin spoke bluntly, particularly adept at hitting where it hurt.
"In my heart, I consider Mr. Luo my benefactor, and that's what he is to me. You've monopolized him for so many years, yet you haven't even given birth to an heir for the group… Look at yourself now…"
She held her head high, her disdain apparent, "Look at your face, then at your figure, either blotchy or composed of bloated fat, what makes you think you have the right to stand by Mr. Luo's side?"
After achieving fulfillment, men always seem to age slower. Add a layer of "wealth" and even an average-looking man can appear handsome and stable.
At the very least, he could possess a unique charisma.
As Shan Yingxin spoke, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Luo Yuan in the car suddenly broke into a smile.
Her heart leapt with joy.
As for Wu Shengsheng, her complexion was naturally very unpleasurable at the moment.
