"Cheng Ziyang, are you talking to me about harm? Are you kidding? The person who hurt Dong Xin Yan the most, wasn't that you? What? Now you know how to feel sorry?
Cheng Ziyang's thin lips were tightly pressed, and his hand holding the phone clenched tightly, the veins on the back of his hand protruding, fingertips pale.
Zhou Yalin sneered, suddenly thinking of something, she continued, "Cheng Ziyang, don't tell me you've really fallen in love with Dong Xin Yan! But then, you and Dong Xin Yan are the same kind of people. At first, she took my money to take care of the man she hated, and you? For money, aren't you also willing to sell your looks, deceive feelings, birds of a feather indeed, no wonder you can hit it off with that b*tch Dong Xin Yan."
"If you're unhappy, take it out on me, Xinxin is innocent."
No matter how she mocked him, how harsh her words were, he could bear it, but he was unwilling to hear her speak a single bad word about Xinxin.
