"How can you treat me like this? You said you liked me a lot, even put me in charge of this bar, and you also said you divorced that country bumpkin wife of yours and would marry me!" Zhang Shilan shouted at Fu Lei.
The woman then let out a chuckle, followed by a sigh, "Still fancying yourself as some kind of heiress, huh? What makes you think Brother Lei would marry you?"
That voice, why does it sound so familiar?
Zhang Shilan was taken aback.
The woman extended a white, lotus-like arm to Fu Lei, coquettishly saying, "Brother Lei, help me up."
Fu Lei turned around and helped the woman to her feet.
Only then did Zhang Shilan see the woman's true face clearly, her pupils widened, and she gnashed her teeth with rage!
Her mortal enemy from high school!
The woman ignored her, grabbed Fu Lei's hand, and placed it onto herself.
