Three years later, Leng Yixiu was still handsome. Time hadn't left a mark on his face, but instead made his features more distinct, adding a touch of masculinity to his charm. Heavenly fortune had always favored him, not only giving him a prominent status but also a good appearance.
However, those sensual thin lips uttered the most malicious words.
"Lin Yixun, what do you think you are now? You're nothing but a hooker. Have you ever heard of a prostitute having the right to choose clients?"
Leng Yixiu's words were like knives, mercilessly scraping over Lin Yixun's heart. His sharp eyes stared at her without blinking, as if to catch every single expression on her face.
He succeeded. No matter how well Lin Yixun pretended, the disguise on her face still cracked layer by layer.
The man stared at Lin Yixun's pale face, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. As if that wasn't enough, he sneered, "Since you're selling yourself, why act like a virtuous woman?"
