"Angry?" Fu Jing opened the conversation with a tone that lacked any warmth.
Watching Liao Feiyi's retreating figure, she added, "You're just standing by the pit without taking a dump, while someone else is nearly shitting their pants."
Jiang Muwan pressed her lips together and heaved a heavy sigh.
Clearly, she was also feeling frustrated.
"Are you so angry that you can't even function, yet you feel like it's all self-inflicted? Do you believe that with the way you're behaving, even if you had ten mouths, you wouldn't be able to win against Gu Jiangnian?"
After all, it was her decision to have a secret marriage; Gu Jiangnian was just going along with her.
Jiang Muwan picked up the glass of water in front of her and took a sip, the veins on the back of her hand bulging, whether from anger at Gu Jiangnian or at Yang Shan, it was hard to tell.
But Fu Jing guessed that it was Gu Jiangnian.
How many times had she matched wits with Yang Shan? To be this upset?
