Qin Zheng, in a fit of rage, turned his head to look at Yang Yiyi.
Yang Yiyi panicked and shrieked, "What nonsense are you spouting? What, Mu Anran, is this all you're capable of? Do you think that by slandering me with a man, Qin Zheng will come back to your side? Is it fun for you to cling on so desperately?"
Mu Anran sneered, "At first, Qin Zheng pursued me for a year, and I only got together with him because I was touched. To be honest, I never liked him that much. And since he's such scum, I'm even less interested now. You've been smearing my name and setting me up at school, and treating me as your imagined love rival—is that fun for you?"
"I..." Yang Yiyi's words of curse hadn't yet left her mouth when suddenly the large screen behind her flashed and then lit up.
"Ah—so comfortable, Young Master Zhu, you're so good, it feels so amazing!"
