Zhao Youlin was eating an orange while listening to Luo Weibing's complaints. She completely treated Luo Weibing's tragic experience as an interesting joke.
When she heard the end, Zhao Youlin only lightly ridiculed him. "Why are you blaming your parents? Didn't you assume she was another cute girl in the beginning? Isn't it too late to complain now?"
Zhao Youlin's words hit Luo Weibing's soft spot. Luo Weibing was so angry that he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
He panted on the other end of the phone for a long time before he finally managed to control his emotions. He gritted his teeth and said, "That's right. I was blind and didn't realize that woman's wolf-like ambition at the beginning. But now that the ship has sailed, there's no use regretting it. I might as well think of a way to drive that woman out of my house. Sis, haven't you always been smart? Come up with an idea for me!"
