The man's eyes turned cold and he suddenly let her go, "Lin Yixun, angering me does you no good."
Lin Yixun sneered, "Leng Yixiu, I seem to have never gotten any good from you, right?"
From beginning to end, regardless of whether she was infatuated with Leng Yixiu or hated him, he had always been cold and heartless to her. This man's heart was made of ice.
Seeing the turmoil in the man's eyes, Lin Yixun curled her lips in mockery, "Actually, sometimes I really can't understand what you are thinking. You clearly love Cheng Ying, so why do you keep coming to provoke me? Is it really like that saying goes, 'The wife is not as good as the concubine, the concubine is not as good as the stolen'? Ha, you men are really cheap!"
"Lin Yixun!"
"What, are you angry?" Lin Yixun raised her chin, her starry eyes glancing at the man's dangerously narrowed eyes, fearlessly saying, "Do you want to strangle me again? Come on, do it!"
