The night had grown deep, in Lu Mengyao's room.
Her mind was full of Liu Mang, completely beyond her control, constantly thinking about him.
In her lifetime, she had seen countless people, yet she had never encountered someone as shameless as Liu Mang.
First, it was Lin Ziyan, the precious daughter of the Lin Family, and now a Sister Lin had emerged, one more beautiful than the other, making her, a woman who considered herself quite beautiful, feel somewhat inferior.
She really didn't understand what was so good about Liu Mang that so many beautiful women liked him.
He was so shameless; beautiful women who met him should be very angry, avoiding him by miles, yet why were there beauties choosing to be with him?
Then with a crisp snap, her gaze fixated on the mosquito in her palm, Lu Mengyao's thoughts were pulled back to reality.
