An Ning frowned, her anger slowly simmering inside. "What I hate the most is making things up out of thin air. You used to hold a high place in my heart, and I had a good image of you. But now, I somewhat despise you, for bad-mouthing your uncle behind his back, it's truly despicable."
Zhou Chen's eyes flashed with excitement. "I did it for your own good."
An Ning curled her pink lips in disdain. "I don't need other men to be good to me, I just need my husband to be good to me, that's enough."
After finishing her words, she continued walking forward.
Zhou Chen grabbed her in a hurry. "Wait."
An Ning looked at her wrist, locked again, feeling troubled.
Was she really that good?
Why did they all like her, a married woman, so much?
"You must have nowhere to go today, right? Let me celebrate your birthday with you," Zhou Chen said.
