He cast a soothing glance at Rong Yanqiao and turned back, "I'll give you some money as compensation for the past."
Wenming smiled.
At this moment, she felt as if there was nothing left to lose.
Wenming looked at Rong Yanqiao lying on the hospital bed, "Rong Yanqiao, look at my fate now; it's your future."
Rong Yanqiao looked at her, just smiled without saying anything.
Wenming continued, "You got your face done to look like mine. They've already grown tired of me, let alone you."
Rong Yanqiao still didn't speak.
Wenming stared at her, her tone even more malicious.
"Men always prefer the new over the old. Don't be fooled by how they treat you like a treasure now. When someone new appears, your end will be far worse than mine."
Rong Qingze frowned, just about to call someone to throw her out when Rong Yanqiao suddenly spoke.
She stared at Wenming, her voice calm, "No. I'm different from you."
