In the blazing summer season, Nianyang's heart was cold to the bottom at this moment. Her tightly clenched hand had her fingernails digging into the palm, yet she couldn't feel the pain at all.
Compared to a change of heart from the man she loves, what does a little pain count for?
She stared intently at Li Tingyan, "She meant no harm, so are you saying I have malicious intent? My fiancé is laughing and chatting with another woman, and I can't throw a tantrum?"
Yin Tang's eyes flashed with an evil glint, which soon faded as she sweetly said, "Sister, you're mistaken. Mr. Li and I are just friends, nothing happened between us."
Though she spoke like this, her bashful gaze at Li Tingyan conveyed a clear message to Nianyang that her relationship with Li Tingyan was anything but simple.
Nianyang's head throbbed with pain. She felt miserable, wanted to cry, but that would be too humiliating.
She didn't want to appear like a pitiful abandoned woman, it was too pathetic.
