Upon seeing Wan Jiarong for the first time, Qiao Yuman felt her anger explode instantly.
The thought that the disgusting text messages had been sent by this revolting man in front of her filled Qiao Yuman with an urge to vomit.
She flung the ring to the ground and stepped on it, her face red with fury as she shouted, "You're truly repulsive!"
Wan Jiarong stood stunned; that ring was worth a hundred thousand yuan!
He had used that same ring to deceive countless women. After fooling each woman, he would take the ring back.
And now, it had been stepped on by Qiao Yuman, right under her foot?
"Stop right there!" Wan Jiarong's anger flared up too. He had courted Qiao Yuman over and over, which was giving her plenty of face. Did she really think she was some saint?
Qiao Yuman paid him no attention whatsoever.
The more she thought about this disgusting man approaching her with such vile intentions, the more repulsed she felt, completely unwilling to deal with him.
