Zhao Han snorted coldly, straightened the mourning clothes on her arm, and whispered in a low voice, "You bastard, what kind of shitty beauty trick were you playing with Zhang Xueyao back then! The actual situation that night was…"
After Zhao Han detailed everything, Zhang Hongyang's face had turned pale, his teeth clattered in regret, feeling as if his guts were turning green.
Zhao Han continued, "Nothing could be done. Liu Zhizhong was handsomer, stronger, and more capable than you. I really enjoyed being with him. So, you scoundrel failed to harm others, and even lost your wife. You deserved it! For the rest of my life, no matter what becomes of Liu Zhizhong's illness, how much he recovers, I'll always be his woman. Do you understand? You should never think of me again; you won't even get a whiff of me!"
"You…"
"Bang!!!"
Zhang Hongyang raised his hand to slap her but she had already shut the door and locked it.
