Liu Yuying's head was spinning violently, unable to regain her composure, as a buzzing noise filled her brain.
As tears streamed down her face, she reached out to grab onto Li Chengyun's trouser hem. "It's Jingrong, it has nothing to do with me..."
"Nothing to do with you?" Li Chengyun scoffed. He kicked Liu Yuying aside and looked at her coldly and disdainfully, as if she were filth. "Ever since I saw you talking with the Meng siblings, I started investigating you. How you planned everything -- you ought to know better than I. Daring to set your sights on my woman, your deceased father can do nothing for you -- even if he was alive, I would never tolerate you."
Liu Yuying stared blankly at Li Chengyun, tears streaming down her face rapidly.
