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Zhao Mengmeng's complexion was much better than she had imagined, which made Lin Miaoyu feel the urge to vomit blood.
Shouldn't she be so worried about that child that she can't eat or sleep, wasting away in misery?
Why wasn't Zhao Mengmeng like that?
"If I were sad, wouldn't that just be playing into your hands?" Zhao Mengmeng smiled ever so sweetly, directly exasperating Lin Miaoyu.
"Even if you're not sad now, it still plays into my hands. Zhao Mengmeng, do you see? That's right, Chenyang hasn't gotten together with me, but do you think you'll succeed? Happiness that is snatched away won't last long!"
Zhao Mengmeng's eyes shifted, looking knowingly at Lin Miaoyu: "So you came to show off, but you've come to the wrong place, haven't you? Who cares about your Pei Chenyang, anyway? You're the only one who makes a big deal out of him."
