After it was all over, Wu Xiaoru lay there powerless, her body still bearing scars.
With other women, Zhang Xiaoshan cared about their feelings, but with Wu Xiaoru, he was reckless and uncaring.
Wasn't this all wrought by Wu Xiaoru herself?
In front of Wu Xiaoru, Zhang Xiaoshan didn't bother to hide his resentment.
"Zhang Xiaoshan, when will you be willing to let me go?"
Wu Xiaoru asked with tears filling her eyes as she looked at Zhang Xiaoshan.
If it had been before the broken engagement, Zhang Xiaoshan would definitely have been heartbroken.
But now, only indifference remained.
"Let you go? Heh, I suppose when I get tired of you," he sneered.
"But I won't be using you for nothing. You just want money, don't you? I'll give you money."
Zhang Xiaoshan threw ten thousand in cash at Wu Xiaoru, hitting her face.
Humiliation, pure humiliation.
"Do you really need to treat me like this?"
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
Zhang Xiaoshan stared into Wu Xiaoru's eyes.
