On the other side, Weng Minhong dragged Qi Lihong along as they hurried, only stopping when they neared the library.
She turned to face Qi Lihong, looking at her pale face where even the capillaries were visible, and said coldly, "I told you ages ago that Liu Wenhui was no good, but you wouldn't listen. And now? He discarded you without batting an eyelid, too lazy to even give you a reason, treating you as if he's seen nothing at all. Even now, you can't still be harboring delusions about him, can you?"
In Weng Minhong's view, the situation Qi Lihong had found herself in was entirely of her own making! She had no self-respect; it was utterly deserved!
School had already let out for vacation, but Weng Minhong hadn't left yet. She had also gone off-campus and had even seen Jiang Yan outside the soon-to-open computer store, along with the breathtakingly beautiful Mu Jiawen dressed in a long gown.
After that, the two of them left hand in hand.
