The woman looked up and saw Mu Anran standing at the door.
After a moment of stunned disbelief, she suddenly pulled a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth and twisted her waist even more enthusiastically, "Ah, Zheng, you're so good, you're so strong!"
Qin Zheng, stimulated, blushed and moved with even more vigor, "You really are a slut."
"Stop it!" Yang Yiyi hit him and said, "Tell me, do you prefer me, the slut, or do you like Mu Anran more?"
"Shut up, don't mention that woman, pretending to be all pure and noble when in fact she's the real bitch deep down!" Qin Zheng cursed through clenched teeth.
"Heh!" Yang Yiyi provocatively looked towards Mu Anran with a triumphant laugh,
Mu Anran, don't you like to pretend to be high and mighty?
Let's see how you keep that up!
Just as Yang Yiyi thought Mu Anran would break down in tears and run away in a panic, she saw a cold, mocking smile appear in Anran's eyes.
Then she slowly took out her phone and dialed a number.
