"..."
Luo Hongying's nails dug into her flesh with anger—she had known it. This evening had been a trap set by Luo Qiangwei deliberately, just to make Grandma disappointed and disgusted with her!
She had been thoroughly outwitted by Luo Qiangwei!
Biting her lip, an idea suddenly flashed through Luo Hongying's mind. She hastily said, "Are you suggesting, cousin, that you and Yan Chu are real?"
"Whether it's real or not is none of your business," Luo Qiangwei curled her lips into a cold smirk, "Let's be frank; we all know what's going on here, and there's no point in pretending. I know you love him, and you want to marry him, but as long as I haven't divorced Mo Shiche, to everyone else, you are a mistress. If you want to become official, it's simple—"
