Even if later personalities changed, those beautiful moments did exist.
"How can you be so terrifying, woman!"
Jiang Xiaoman chuckled, her mouth slightly covered. Did he really think she was terrifying now?
People are like this. When they stab you, they think it doesn't hurt, but when you stab them back, they point at you angrily and ask: How can you do this?
"Oh, by the way, you probably don't know yet, but your ex-wife, the wealthy socialite Du Ruo, I bribed the servant by her side to add drugs to her meals every day. That's why she slowly went insane and could harm her own daughter. What a sin."
Leaning down, she moved closer to Nan Chengzhi, whose face was contorted with anger, "No one loves you more than she did, and you... what did you do?"
Everyone in the room knew what he did.
The ultimate revenge is not to make him die, but to make him live in unbearable pain.
The conversation reached this point, and the secret buried by time for thirty years emerged.
