"But," Yan qingsi sneered,"it's an insult to my uncle that you like him."
Mrs. You's heart skipped a beat. Yan qingsi had managed to find out what she had been hiding the most in her heart, never daring to reveal even a single bit of it.
Mrs. You suddenly realized that she had been underestimating Yan qingsi all this while.
After so many years of comfort, she had almost forgotten how it felt to fight with others. When she faced Yan qingsi, she always felt that a young woman in her twenties would not think too much, but she had dug a pit for herself.
Mrs. You gritted her teeth and said,"yes, so what if I like him? I like him so much that I can't even remember how long I've liked him. However, my love for him has always been hidden deep in my heart. I've never dared to reveal it. I'm married, have children, and live my life. I don't dare to affect him. I didn't do anything wrong. What right do you have to humiliate me?"
