Song Ci did not expect Song Peihan to go crazy so quickly. The latter even spoke without thinking. All she could do was mock her. In terms of craftiness, Song Peihan really could not be compared to Pang Xiaohui.
"Why? Are you jealous?"
Song Ci sneered.
Song Peihan acted as if she had just heard a joke.
"Why would I be jealous of your good-for-nothing husband? Song Ci, you only get to marry him because I pitied you. You only deserve things that I have discarded! You're no different from your d*mned mother. The two of you are worthless!"
Song Ci touched up her lipstick. Her eyes were cold.
"Song Peihan, you better shut your mouth! You're nothing but an illegitimate daughter born from a mistress. Still, I owe you my thanks. I wouldn't have married Lu Gan if it weren't for you. Maybe if you stop staring at my husband, I'll actually believe your words!"
