Zhong Lingling stumbled down the stairs, tears blurring her vision. She ran from the 33rd floor down to the first. She couldn't remember how many times she had fallen.
Along the way, while running, she used all the nasty words she could think of on Xiang Yimo.
Words like scum dressed in gentlemen's clothing, a beast in human skin, and the like.
Even now, she didn't understand what she had done wrong, why Xiang Yimo had treated her so cruelly. If it hadn't been for Hong Linlin's sudden interruption, would Xiang Yimo have forced himself on her just now?
Yes, to Zhong Lingling, if Xiang Yimo had really taken her just now, it would have been by force. She still couldn't fully accept the fact that she was a married woman, nor was she mentally prepared! When she finally reached the lobby on the first floor, Zhong Lingling's legs gave out, and she could barely stand. She looked as shabby as if she had come from a refugee camp.
