Wang Xiangxiu glared at Zhou Qun with hatred. In that moment, the Zhuang family, who had started the whole thing, was pushed to second place. The person she hated the most was Zhou Qun. Once, they had been husband and wife with a hundred days of kindness, but now he was treating her like this. What a heartless man.
Zhou Qun didn't know what she was thinking, and even if he did, he wouldn't care. They were just a transaction, with no emotions involved. If they wanted to talk about affection and righteousness, they shouldn't have taken the money in the first place.
Wang Xiangxiu stood in the pouring rain, the rain sliding down her face, making it impossible to tell whether it was tears or rain. With the warm weather, she was only wearing a thin top, and the rain outlined her curves.
