"Mo'er, now that you're suddenly involved in a stepfather-rapist-stepdaughter scandal, your haters are adding fuel to the fire. All these years, Han Dong has always been recognized as the model husband in the eyes of the public. One hater said you deliberately seduced your stepfather. I can't believe it, your mother has really screwed you over this time. Are you sure you're even her own flesh and blood?"
In the apartment, a dim light shone, causing the fine hairs on Tang Mo'er's skin to glow. With the cell phone in her hands, her entire body was stiff and cold.
She fumbled at the corner of her lips and joked, "I'd much rather I was picked up from the trash."
Qi Xi paused for a moment. "Mo'er, sorry."
"It's alright. Help me check on that young model, Meng Meng."
"Meng Meng?"
