Rong Weiwei wanted to laugh but couldn't, wanted to cry but no tears would come.
She clenched her teeth, tears streaming down as she looked at the man beside her, her voice hoarse and helpless, "Mufeng, do you despise me now?"
Shi Mufeng had personally witnessed her being slept with by several men. To say he didn't mind would definitely be a lie, but he had not behaved like a man himself just now; admitting his concerns at this time would make him seem even less of a man. He felt a tightness in his chest and avoided Rong Weiwei's eyes, saying vaguely, "Don't overthink it, it's okay now."
But Rong Weiwei's heart continued to sink, clearly understanding the callous man's intentions. He really had started to despise her immediately!
She bit her lip, a hint of ferocity flashing in her eyes.
Wasn't he the one who had been in a nightclub causing a ruckus until the police were involved, even getting entangled with a young model? How clean was he?
