If not for the fact that he knew he could not defeat this b*tch, Shen Wenbo really wanted to rush up and tear her apart.
Thinking of something, he sneered and leaned closer to Shen Yijia. He lowered his voice and said, "Don't be smug too early. There are many people who want to deal with you just because you're Song Jingchen's wife. I want to see how long you can laugh."
Shen Yijia giggled. "Then you have to live longer. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to see that day, so… Brother, you have to live to a ripe old age."
Shen Wenbo's eyes were so red that blood could drip from them. He looked at Shen Yijia for a long time and snorted before leaving.
Shen Yijia was hit by his sleeve and swayed unsteadily.
She pursed her lips and dug around in her arms aggrievedly for a long time. When she couldn't find a handkerchief, she could only settle for pressing the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.
She had to bring a handkerchief next time.
