If Yin Zhihong knew what was going on, he would not be so depressed.
"I'm not sure either. I clearly hated her at that time, and I paid attention to keeping a distance from her. But she would always come to me from time to time, and sometimes, she would even touch me, intentionally or unintentionally."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yin's expression darkened. This Wen Jingping took the initiative to approach and even make physical contact with her son. What kind of intentions did this woman have? She was really a shameless vixen!
"Later, after making contact with her, it seemed like..." Yin Zhihong's face was livid. He could not continue.
Now, whenever he thought of the intimate contact he had with Wen Jingping during this period of time, he felt nauseous.
