Mi Ai frowned, clutching her bleeding hand, "Jian Shiman, even if Lee Zhichun gave himself to me, I wouldn't want him."
"Mi Ai, why do you have to deceive me again."
Jian Shiman stepped forward, seeing the wound on Mi Ai's hand, feeling a painful sense of satisfaction.
"Zhichun is mine, why did you take him away."
Jian Shiman reached out to grab Mi Ai, her expression icy.
Mi Ai stepped back and laughed coldly, "I took him away? Ridiculous!"
It's laughable to hear a thief shout to catch a thief.
But Jian Shiman didn't care. In her mind, Mi Ai took Lee Zhichun away. Without Mi Ai, she would have been with Lee Zhichun long ago.
"Shiman, give her a slap, such women should be taught a good lesson."
Zhang Qingyao laughed gloatingly on the side, her fiancé remained silent beside her.
"Who dares to hit her?"
A cold, ominous voice echoed from the doorway. Mo Yuyan strode in, supporting Mi Ai. Seeing her wound, his expression turned icy and sinister.
