"Are you going to be like your mom, take off your skirt and turn all those people upside down with infatuation? Come on, tell me, after it was over, how much did they pay you?"
Lu Qiao knew full well she hadn't done it, but still insisted on using such vicious words to humiliate her. Only by seeing her looking worse than death could Lu Qiao feel a bit better, yet accompanying that relief was an indescribable sense of oppressiveness and irritation.
That feeling was uncontrollable for him, and even more frightening.
Lu Rongrong's long nails dug fiercely into her palm, yet she didn't feel the pain, because nothing hurt more than his words, carving wounds in her heart.
Lu Rongrong gritted her teeth, glaring at Lu Qiao, and spat out a few words, "Lu Qiao, you bastard!"
