Jiang Anning's eyes were filled with hatred, and her resentful gaze was like a poisoned knife. She gritted her teeth and spat out each word: "Shen Qingrou! You fool!"
On the bed, Lu Xize turned over, and Shen Qingrou hurriedly took the fruit knife from Jiang Anning's hand and threw it aside. She then grabbed her skirt and put it on Jiang Anning, pulling her out.
Jiang Anning screamed, "Why are you pulling me? I'll kill him! I want to kill him!"
Shen Qingrou anxiously shouted, "You're crazy! Lu Xize is the young master of the Lu family! If you kill him, do you want to go to jail? Or do you want the whole world to know that you slept with Lu Xize?"
Jiang Anning's eyes were bloodshot. "It's all because of you! Shen Qingrou, you fool! You can't even handle such a small matter! Why did that cup of tea end up with me? Why was I the one who was sent to Lu Xize?"
She had planned everything so well, but in the end, the person who was insulted and trampled on was her!
