Seeing the change in Yu Jingrong's expression, Mo Liusha sneered with a trace of pride.
She mocked, "So, what do you have to be proud of? Li Chengyun couldn't be with the one he liked, so he ended up with you. This doesn't make you the winner. It just means that perhaps you looked like the one he loved and he simply took you as a substitute. It might sound straight out of a novel or drama, but it's not too far-fetched, right? Oh, look at that face, you're upset, and that's exactly what I wanted. I've said what I wanted to say. You better keep an eye on my brother and try harder not to let his favorite one slip through."
With a cold hum, she stood up, strutting away in her ten-centimeter heels, swaying her slim waist.
Yu Jingrong kept telling herself that Mo Liusha was saying these things on purpose just to make her uncomfortable. She shouldn't pay too much attention to them. But somehow, she couldn't stop herself from overthinking.
