Li Ling sat there with a blank mind.
She had never imagined that her cousin would dare to do such a thing right in front of her.
At the dinner table, while she was still there, Little Ying had the audacity to slide her foot over to Tang Feng. Was this still her obedient and sensible cousin?
She was a college student, how could she be so shameless?
Even with Tang Feng, they would hide from others, doing it in unseen places.
Staring blankly at the two with their heads lowered, she didn't know what to do for a while.
Chew them out?
One was her cousin; the other, her young lover.
Scold her cousin, when she herself was messing around with Tang Feng, just moments ago in the underground parking lot, in the car—what right did she have to scold her?
Scold Tang Feng?
Honestly, she really couldn't bear to.
Torn with inner conflict, she took a deep breath, picked up her wine glass, and gulped down the contents in one go.
