Yu Jingrong still wore a smile, "Is this point clearly made? I'm obviously belittling you."
Mo Liusha's face turned dark instantly, biting her lower lip, glaring at Yu Jingrong.
She clenched the hand resting on her knee into a fist, then weakly let go. She laughed sarcastically, "Don't be too pleased too soon. You're not married to Li Chengyun yet. Who knows if you two will break up again after a year or two, like you did three years ago?"
The two were both quite sharp-tongued, carefully choosing their words to hurt the other.
Yu Jingrong glanced at her, appearing to be laughing as she asked, "Did you come here looking for an argument with me?"
Mo Liusha tried to calm herself, her voice softening a bit, "Who has the time to bother with you? I came here to ask you; have you done what you promised me yet?"
"What did I promise you?" Yu Jingrong couldn't recall.
