"Jiang Che, who is this bitch?"
Lu Sirong slammed the thermos to the ground, stretched out her hand toward the woman, and cursed:
"We've just got engaged, and I'm still pregnant with your child. How could you treat me like this? Do you have no conscience at all?!"
Her voice was shrill and grating, displaying an ugly expression that was no different from those women fighting over mistresses in the streets.
Even though she dressed up carefully, her appearance made people lose their appetites.
Jiang Che frowned in disgust and said to the woman in his arms, "Xiaoli, you don't need to work overtime tonight. Let the driver take you back. Remember to ice the wound on your face."
"Mr. Jiang, I will call you when I get home."
The woman called Xiaoli gave him a tender glance, wisely not lingering, obedient and well-behaved.
Seeing them flirting in front of her, Lu Sirong felt an urge to grab Xiaoli's hair and slap her hard several times.
