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Ying Yue didn't grasp the displeasure in his tone.Ā
"I don't like Yang Mo," she plainly said without much emotion.
And Rodey believed it. It was impossible not to when Ying Yue said it without feeling any ounce of sadness. It didn't seem like she was hiding any pain in her gaze or looked flustered at the mention of Yang Mo. On the contrary, she seemed like she didn't even care about it at all.
The ridicule in Rodey's gaze lessened. Somehow, he felt more comfortable.
"That bitch is having too many delusions," Rodey sneered.
Ying Yue somewhat understood his personality a bit. She softly said, "Cursing, somebody is not good."
Rodey stretched his arms. "And do you know that your cousin was calling you a bitch too? She even declared that whatever is yours will always be hers, and she will always snatch it away from you, whether it is money or love. Such a nice sisterly bond. I'm so jealous."
Ying Yue froze. She lowered her gaze.
