Tian Qiaofeng had never seen such a glamorous woman before, not only beautiful but also exuding an air of sophistication.
It was as if she were superior, and they could only look up to her.
She began to understand the meaning behind those words.
She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, "I'm sorry, please stop arguing. Even if this is all my fault, isn't that enough? It has nothing to do with anyone else, just stop talking about it."
"How could it have nothing to do with him? Can you dare say that you didn't write this letter to him? His name is clearly on it. Don't think that by burning the letters he gave you, we wouldn't find out anything. If he hadn't written to you, who were you talking to, a ghost?"
The middle-aged woman insisted stubbornly.
Tian Qiaofeng was just there, shedding tears.
Lin Chuxia understood now, why in her past life such petty tricks had been enough to make her naive little brother drop out of school.
