Yang Yun's hand trembled as she held the phone, confirming with her father several times: "What did you say? Say it again! Getting married so soon?" Yang Yun was so angry that her heart was bleeding.
In her mind, she could already see the lively scene of their wedding.
Liao Dongyuan was handsome and drove a military vehicle; surely those attending the wedding would be leaders. And Yang Zhen, that little bitch, had been inferior to me since childhood, always suppressed by me, why does she get to live better than me! Such a grand wedding should be mine, but it was taken away by Yang Zhen, this damned woman!
Now Yang Yun's hatred for Yang Zhen had surpassed her hatred for Sun Chan.
And that damned Liao Dongyuan, you previously dated me, but you had to be so impatient to marry her ostentatiously, isn't this a slap in my face?
Others will surely mock me! Are you helping Gu Junming vent his anger, what are you to me!
