After Lin Yan and Wang Jingyang left with the movers, Wang Jingyang collapsed on the floor and wailed at the top of her lungs.
"That b*tch… She is an evil, callous b*tch…"
He Shanshan had earlier watched as the movers had taken away her beloved dressing table and cabinets. They had even torn the pretty wallpaper from the walls, leaving behind bumps and holes. She could feel anger bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She was about to go mad. "I will never let her get away with this!"
"That's right! We can't sit and do nothing! Call Shuya immediately. That b*tch had the nerve to turn against us!"
He Shanshan took out her phone and called Lin Shuya.
"Hello, Sister Shuya…"
