Yun Jiao lazily said, "Believe it or not."
Mrs. Li suddenly thought of Gu Yuheng and became dumbfounded, tears falling like broken pearls.
Xu Daqing was no match for Gu Yuheng in any aspect.
Gu Yuheng was gentle and meticulous, while Xu Daqing was crude and vulgar.
Gu Yuheng had an elegant demeanor, with both talent and looks.
Xu Daqing was nearly fifty, almost bald, and had a big belly.
Comparing the two, Mrs. Li cried even more sorrowfully—where was her Yu Lang!
Listening to her cry in the darkness, Yun Jiao sneered coldly, "Stop crying."
"If you truly cared about my father, you wouldn't have done such a thing."
"I've seen through you long ago, you don't love anyone, you only love yourself."
"You miss my father only because he cared for you, you feel life's easier with him."
"Have you truly thought about where my father is now? Is he well-fed? Is he warm?"
"Or has he already become a dried-up corpse?"
Mrs. Li wanted to retort but had no way to refute.
