"Living is just a waste of air!"
She gave Wen Tang a fierce roll of her eyes before entering the villa.
Wen Tang remained frozen in place for a long time, witnessing through the iron gate as Lu Nianxin entered the living room and, as if she had become a different person, intimately wrapped her arms around Zeng Guangming's neck and began to ingratiate herself with him.
The memories close to death revived once more.
Disgust and hatred took over her entire body as she bit her lower lip fiercely, turned around, got into the Panamera, and drove off swiftly.
Her stubborn temperament made her drive faster and faster.
When she looked up again, there was a red light suddenly shining ahead.
Wen Tang pressed the brake hard.
The harsh sound drew the attention of passersby.
She sobered up, a wave of fear washing over her.
She twisted open a bottle of mineral water next to her, took a sip, and calmed down a lot.
