Wei Xin deliberately placed her handbag under Qiao An's eye.
"Qiao An, you should have known better. I told you long ago that Brother Zecheng doesn't love you."
Qiao An looked at the bag that was worth hundreds of thousands and felt her heart ache.
She knew that Li Zecheng had given Wei Xin countless gifts in the past two years. The assets she had ordered Wei Xin to return were paid for by the old man.
Wei Xin did not lose anything, which made Qiao An especially angry.
"But he doesn't love you either." Qiao An picked up her juice and took a sip.
Wei Xin sneered as if she had heard a fantasy. "How do you know that Brother Zecheng doesn't love me? Qiao An, you're too stupid, so you don't know how much Brother Zecheng loves me."
Wei Xin couldn't hide her pride. Her smile was blinding. It was as if Qiao An, who was sitting in front of her, was a clown who wanted to make her smile.
