The more Jiang Huifang said this, the angrier she became. She pointed at the three of them and scolded. "What are you proud of, huh?! What you should be proud of! Let's not talk about whether the girl next to my husband is a vixen or Little San for now. Let's talk about your own husband! Can any of you make sure that your husband doesn't have one or two out there? Their assholes are already bleeding, and you guys still have the gall to laugh at me!"
These harsh words were not something a woman could bear.
Mui Linlin and the other two women were so angry that their faces turned red, but Mui Linlin turned around with a smile and bent down to pick up her phone. Checking to see if her phone was broken, she smiled and said, "We still don't know about our husband, but your husband, we sure do. Jiang Huifang, since you have time to argue with us now, why don't you hurry back and investigate this matter?"
Jiang Huifang really hoped that she could rip their mouths.
