Shiyu hung up the phone and thought about Jian Yunxi being with Sheng Junlie now, while Ye Ling didn't even have a place to sleep. She felt extremely pleased with herself. How could she miss this opportunity to strike a man when he's down?
She swaggered over and said, "Oh, who is this? Isn't it our noble Mrs. Sheng? Why are you wandering on the streets, looking so miserable?"
Ye Ling was resting with her eyes closed. She heard the sarcastic voice but didn't bother to open her eyes or respond.
Shiyu continued with her sarcasm, "You're used to sleeping on a luxurious bed, but can you even sleep on this shabby sofa?"
As she spoke, she even kicked the sofa.
This annoyed Ye Ling, and she opened her eyes and looked at Shiyu coldly. "I wondered which dog was barking in front of me without being tied up. So, it was you."
"Are you calling me a dog?" Shiyu pointed at herself, and her face twisted with anger.
