Li Jiaqi actually felt a little envious of Yan Xiruo, after all, they had a beautiful beginning.
Unlike her, from start to finish, what she brought to He Yingdong were not beautiful memories.
A liar, that's her synonym.
"Ha... who allowed you to compare yourself with her!" he shouted angrily.
He was very annoyed; clearly, she was with another man, yet she kept bringing up Yan Xiruo.
"It's no use; I just wanted to give you some peace!"
He Yingdong let out a couple of cold laughs before turning to walk towards the sofa.
He sat down deeply, taking a cigarette from the pack, twirling it in his hand.
"Who is that man?"
After a long while, his cold voice sounded from his lips.
Li Jiaqi felt a panic in her heart, "What man?"
He Yingdong suddenly stood up, his eyes sweeping slightly around the bedroom, then bent down to open a bedside cabinet.
Inside was a light gray travel bag, which he pulled out and shook a few times after unzipping.
A maid outfit with lace trim fell out.
