"He doesn't love Luo Qiangwei!" Luo Hongying kicked Xia Yuan to the ground with one foot, her high heel pressing down on her face, and hissed through gritted teeth, "Mo Shiche is mine, and I will get him sooner or later!"
Xia Yuan lay in a sorry state but laughed with even more scorn and mockery, "President Mo doesn't love you… you're not even fit for him… you don't match up to Luo Qiangwei in any aspect…"
Luo Hongying's eyes narrowed, she squatted down, pulled out a dagger, then savagely stabbed it in again, "Shut your mouth!"
Xia Yuan's body shuddered, her eyes abruptly closed, silencing forever.
Feeling agitated, Luo Hongying's chest heaved as she tore off the thin gloves from her hands and took out a long dress from her bag—it was one she had taken from Luo Qiangwei's former room in the Luo family's house.
Luo Hongying changed into the long dress and covered her face with a hat and mask, then stood up and walked out.
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