Ye Qingyu's words had no impact on Shui Qinqin at all, and she retorted bluntly, "Don't say you've known him for seven years. Even if you knew him for ten or twenty years, he still wouldn't like you. Our little uncle just doesn't like domineering women like you or women who cling desperately."
"At least I love him. What about you? You're with Qin Lang just for his money, aren't you?" Ye Qingyu originally didn't want to stoop to such things, but Shui Qinqin's actions had provoked her too much; not only was she wearing Qin Lang's bathrobe, but she had also gotten involved with him.
Moreover, Shui Qinqin's words had hit her where it hurt most. She had pursued Qin Lang for seven years, but he remained indifferent all along.
"Well, I'm still better than you. At least little uncle slept with me, but he doesn't want to sleep with you. That's the difference between us." Shui Qinqin had no idea what the woman in front of her had to do with Qin Lang; anyway, she wouldn't give him up.
