Back at the villa, Su Liuying sat down on the sofa, feeling quite down.
"Su Liuying, just because you found yourself a rich man, you can't stand to see me do well, I see your true colors now!"
Niu Xiaoli's words made Su Liuying very uncomfortable. As a friend, she certainly hoped that Niu Xiaoli would be well. Otherwise, she wouldn't have initially taken the stand for her and inexplicably lost her own innocence.
From childhood to adulthood, she and Niu Xiaoli had gotten along well. She didn't understand why, but now their relationship was growing increasingly strained.
She knew that Niu Xiaoli was eager to escape her current predicament, but how could marriage be taken so lightly? Moreover, Niu Xiaoli had even hinted to her that being a rich man's mistress didn't matter; how could she possibly help with that? Wouldn't that be pushing Niu Xiaoli into the fire?
"Miss, you're back! Ready for lunch!"
