Ning Qing sneered at Ning Yao's reprimand, "Ning Yao, how dare you question me? When he used to be my fiance, didn't you feel sorry when you were cuddling lovingly in the States behind my back?"
Ning Qing walked before Ning Yao and said with a low voice, "Plus, didn't you see just now? It was he who pulled me onto his lap by my waist. What to do? Men are forever tempted by things they will never get. He loathed to see me fall."
Ning Yao clenched his fist and tore away her mask. She glared at Ning Qing and spat, "You thought you won? No matter how you play the role of Zhao Feiyan, can't you see the jealousy in everyone's eyes? You can't received good feedback and you have become everyone's enemy!"
"Hehe…" Ning Qing chuckled sneeringly, "Ning Yao, let me ask you, are you among those who are jealous of me?"
Ning Yao remained silent.
