Tu Yingying slowly crawled up from the ground, looking up at Tu Meijiao with disdain, as if nothing had happened, "Lu Beichen is not a man I can covet? Then why can you covet Lu Xinguo? How come you could use any means to climb into Lu Xinguo's bed and make him marry you back then, but I can't?"
"Smack!" Lu Xinguo struck her with a gloomy slap, "How dare you talk to your aunt like that?!"
"Stop pretending, Lu Xinguo!" Tu Yingying sneered coldly, covering her face, "Didn't you hate her to death back then? Now she's directly riding on your head, bossing you around—are all the men of the Lu family this spineless? You're disgusted by her too, aren't you?"
