"Dirty?" Wen Nuan raised an eyebrow, sardonically smiling, "Fang Liucheng, aren't you one to talk? How many dirty deals have you made? Is my father truly guilty? You deliberately framed him, and I used my body to save him—is that dirty? All I know is that my dad doesn't have to suffer in prison, and since I can save him, I will do everything in my power to do so. What right do you have to call me dirty? This is all your doing, Fang Liucheng."
"Wen Nuan..." Fang Liucheng looked at the smile on her face, and his heart ached. She was clearly in pain, yet she still smiled, and he, who knew her so well, felt immense heartache.
"How laughable, the one who drove someone to a dead end has the audacity to stand here and self-righteously call others dirty." Wen Nuan smiled coldly. Who was the one that had forced her into a corner?
If she didn't make a deal with Ye Feimo, would she have to deal with him?
Even if she did, he wouldn't let her father go.
Why should she demean herself?
