"..."
Ming Ge savored the ninth to the twelfth words of Su Jinci's statement in detail.
'Fall for her'?
Shouldn't this be both a noun and a verb?
Cough.
Gross, gross.
Ming Ge shelved the wild thoughts in her mind, looking back at Su Jinci as if observing an idiot, with delicate features, a cold and gorgeous appearance, and an icy voice, said:
"First, my mother only gave birth to me and Ming Ci. Yin Ruowei, huh, what kind of sister is she supposed to be?"
"Second, Su Jinci, there's a limit to your narcissism. Whether you fancy Yin Ruowei or not has nothing to do with me. I'm more than happy with the annulment, a relief for both parties. Don't make it sound as though I'm contending with Yin Ruowei to win you back."
The woman in the bright red dress, her dry rose-colored lips slightly curved up, sketching a seductive arc, and in her bright, watery eyes, there was a shine of mockery:
— Are you even worthy?
