One sentence strikes the heart...
The expression on Lu Zhanbei's face, which was calm as water, finally cracked.
His eyes, cold and frosty, stared at her with a gaze as icy as ice: "I don't like this joke you're making!"
"I'm not joking with you either..."
Finally provoking this man's anger, Ling Weixuan felt an increasing sense of achievement within her: "During the three years I left you, I was always living with him. I know this man very well, he is the kind of petty person who exacts revenge for the smallest grievance..."
"Exacting revenge for the smallest grievance? What do you mean by that?"
At that comment, Lu Zhanbei even snorted exaggeratedly: "If there's revenge to be had, shouldn't it be me seeking revenge against him? When did it become him seeking revenge against me?"
"Four years ago, you might think that way, but now four years later, do you still think he has no reason to seek revenge against you?"
