"Miss Jiang... I heard that Mr. Yang is a married man. What, did you think Mo Siluo was out of reach, so you lowered your standards?" Wen Wan sneered coldly, staring at Jiang Xiaoyu as she mockingly said, "How come, Miss Jiang? You're highly educated and quite pretty; how could you lower your standards this much? Oh, how could I forget, what does that have to do with your qualifications? It's clearly a problem of morality!"
People like Wen Wan have a great tolerance, but they can't stand being repeatedly offended. She's no pushover, and she understands all too well that being too weak only leads others to push further.
"You—," Jiang Xiaoyu's face was beyond description.
