"Guess who I saw yesterday night at 11 o'clock in Central Square?"
Yan Qingsi rubbed off the lipstick stain at the corner of her mouth and said softly, "Mr. Yue is such a popular man in Luo City with his many acquaintances. Why are you asking me? I'm not your wife, so it doesn't concern me. If you really want my concern, marry me then."
She was not admitting to any of it—to the point of saying such things with an unperturbed face. This woman was truly one of a kind. Yue Tingfeng was looking forward to the days ahead.
Yue Tingfeng laughed and said, "Fine if you don't want to know. I got people to take care of Yan Mingxiu's motorbike. They won't find out about the brakes being sabotaged. Might want to handle it in a cleaner way next time. You won't be so lucky to have me there all the time. And not everyone is as 'kind' as me."
The animosity burned cold in her eyes. Her grip on her bag tightened.
