Lin Jia felt aggrieved. Why is this woman like this? She's completely unreasonable, ignoring the facts and ungrateful for my help, yet she inexplicably berated me.
"I know exactly what kind of man my husband is," Chen Hua said. "A single look at you tells me you're no good. So young and yet so shameless, seducing my husband and then trying to pin the blame on him. Heh, I've seen plenty of sluts like you."
Chen Hua snorted disdainfully, her gaze toward Lin Meiqing flickering with obvious envy and resentment. After all, as a woman, Lin Meiqing's aura and appearance far surpassed her own. For some reason, I want nothing more than to tear that beautiful face to shreds.
"You'd better watch your mouth," Lin Jia warned. "Your husband orchestrated this entire thing, so what do you mean I'm pinning the blame? I have evidence."
