Lang Xue looked at Mu Mian with a face full of disdain. Apart from being cute and pleasant-looking, there was nothing commendable about her.
Just like a puppet doll, she did whatever Gong Heng asked her to do, as docile as a little lamb.
She was completely a naive and foolish girl!
How could such a person receive Gong Heng's god-like affection?
Lang Xue felt bitter in her heart.
Without comparison, there was no harm; she, too, was a young lady from a prestigious family in J City, and she knew her boyfriend through an arranged marriage within the family. She was quite satisfied with him. He was handsome, treated her well, and was very dedicated.
But now, upon comparing him with Gong Heng, Song Qi seemed completely less impressive.
What did Song Qi have to compete with Gong Heng?
He wasn't as handsome as Gong Heng, his temperament wasn't as outstanding as Gong Heng's, and his thoughtfulness couldn't hold a candle to Gong Heng's meticulous care.
