Why? Why was that little bitch always so damn lucky? She clearly saw her drink the champagne laced with the drug and locked her in the room. How come in the end that little bitch wasn't violated, but instead, it was her... Rong Weiwei would never forget that moment of despair and disgrace.
Indignation was about to burst forth from her chest, ready to surge out.
Her breath was laden with the scent of jealousy.
She was resentful, envious, but now the one stuck in the mud was her, not Rong Yan!
Rong Weiwei looked around and felt as if she had been viciously slapped across the face. The slap made her blood rush to her head, and her throat tasted of bloody sweetness.
The police officer sitting across from her didn't give her a chance to catch her breath, tapping his fingers on the table, and gesturing at the items on it. He pressed on, "Miss Rong, have you thought it through?"
