"Mo Rao, can you not be so naive?" Fu Ying was really unhappy.
Why was he so horrible in her eyes?
It was as if any man in the world was better than him!
In what way was he inferior to other men?
In terms of material goods, he gave Mo Rao the best. Needless to say, he was also good in bed!
Even so, Mo Rao still kept calling him a scumbag.
"How am I naive? There are many good men in the world. They are everywhere. I was just unlucky and blind to meet you, the worst one!" Mo Rao chuckled coldly.
"This is fate," Fu Ying replied calmly.
"No, this is bad luck." Mo Rao mocked herself.
Otherwise, why would she be in love with Fu Ying for ten years?
In the end, she got nothing.
Fu Ying did not speak and only looked at Mo Rao coldly.
She seemed to be getting more and more aggressive recently and especially liked to talk back.
