Pitiable?
She actually called me pitiable?
Li Yulu was stunned, expecting to hear many unpleasant things from Jiang Yuxin, who styled herself as a Princess but was in reality a promiscuous woman, yet she did not anticipate that even now, Jiang Yuxin would still pity her.
"Pitiable? What do I have to be pitied for?"
After the initial shock, Li Yulu looked at Jiang Yuxin with contempt, enunciating each word, "I, at least, have a boyfriend and don't keep a toy boy! But really, your taste is awful, picking a toy boy that's so tacky he can't even afford a purse!"
Though Ye Feng was dressed neatly and tidily, his outfit, two pieces for thirty dollars from a street stall, even if he had the physique of a model and made the street clothes look tailored, still carried an unmistakable air of provincialism.
And upon hearing this, the fire in Ye Feng's heart blazed fiercely.
