Qiao Yin suddenly stepped forward, tilting her head upward to confront Lu Lingche, her voice icy cold: "I don't need to tolerate the woman who destroyed my marriage! And you have no right to ask me to tolerate your mistress! If something happened to her, she brought it upon herself. I was upright and open. I did nothing wrong! You may now leave."
From the way Qiao Jiasen saw his sister slightly trembling, he knew she was straining herself. He clenched his fist impatiently and said: "Mr. Lu, my sister told you to leave, can't you understand? You and the woman named Lan are the same kind, we told her a thousand times to leave, but she didn't listen. She insisted on staying in my sister's room. She got herself into trouble, and then blamed it on my sister. You guys really have no shame."
Lu Lingche's face was as cold as ice, but he knew that today's incident definitely wasn't provoked by Qiao Yin.
The problem was indeed with Lan Yuyi.
