Lou Xiuying's face showed a hint of a bitter smile and she said, "Maybe I just lack charm..."
"Lack charm? Lou Xiuying, are you fucking kidding me?" Yang Yuan's face revealed a mocking expression, "Ten years ago, you, Lou Xiuying, stirred up a whole storm in the city, who didn't know the name Lou Xiuying? And now, you're telling me you lack charm? Are you fucking playing with me?"
Yang Yuan was on the verge of exploding.
In order to deal with Tang Zhengguo, he had deliberately released Lou Xiuying.
But unexpectedly, it was all for nothing.
Yang Yuan grabbed Lou Xiuying by the neck, "So, what have you been doing these past days? Don't fucking tell me you've just been chatting!"
Lou Xiuying's breathing became difficult with her neck being strangled, her face turned flushed.
However, she had nothing to say.
And there was no need to.
Since she made a choice, she must bear the consequences.
