"There are some things that I miss if I want to. Maybe the difference between me and him is that fate." Anqi pretended to be generous.
"Hehe, I thought you came back full of fighting spirit, but it turned out to be such a pustule." Her hoarse voice was sarcastic: "I'm too busy to bother you..."
"Wait," Anqi immediately stopped her.
"Who are you?"
"I just said that it doesn't matter who I am." The other party reiterated that she obviously didn't want Anqi to know who she was.
"Then why do you want me to take James back from that Emmy?" Anqi asked warily.
"You mean, you don't want to take back the man you love?" The hoarse woman asked back.
"Do I think it's my business to get it back? You, a stranger, need to care about me?" Anqi was obviously not fooled.
"I'm not in the mood to care about you," The other party snorted coldly: "I just can't see that woman Emmy is happy."
