As she finished, Mrs. Helan's face had turned green. Yan Qingsi added to the conversation. "Of course, I wouldn't do anything now. After all, I am Yue Tingfeng's woman. You're lucky to have dodged the bullet."
Mrs. Helan's face turned a darker shade of green from the bruises. In that instance, only two words could blurt out from her mouth. "Low-life."
Yan Qingsi stretched her arms out to the side and said, "Isn't that so? Men these days love a low-life like me. Who would've noticed an old and ugly bit*h like you? Helan Fangnian was injured and admitted to the hospital but his father didn't even visit him. I guess that shows your status in the Helan family. A husband that doesn't even care much for his own son. Would you count on him to care for his wife? Perhaps you don't have a place in his heart anymore. I thought you're smart, but apparently, you're just an idi*t."
