"Are you really that kind-hearted?" Lang Lang asked, looking at Lang Yimo with skepticism.
Moreover, in the hotel earlier, that man had shown undisguised disdain for her which she had not forgotten.
Her husband?
Is this a joke?
If she hadn't heard wrong, the hotel manager said that man was soon to be married.
How could he be her husband?
Would she have to steal another woman's man?
"You could pull it off, but I, Lang Lang, could never do such a thing," Lang Lang sneered.
Indeed, as the saying goes, when the beam is crooked, so are the rafters. Lang Yimo's mother rose to her position by taking her father, and now Lang Yimo actually wants her to steal someone else's husband?
Has she gone mad?
The thing Lang Lang hates most in this life is stealing someone's man.
Whether it's a husband or someone else's partner.
"You!" Lang Yimo glared at Lang Lang, then smiled, "You don't have to do it, no one is forcing you."
