"How is that possible?" Dong Mohan said with a laugh, shaking his head. "Having her work for our Princess is her good fortune, I only like my Hehe."
Yan Jiahe squinted his eyes and smiled, an unseen scorn flashing in the depths of his gaze. Ha, how could he ever fancy such a man? He was merely a sharp blade in her hand.
He still had his uses, though. Without him, how would that stupid woman Yan Mengling have fallen into this tender trap?
Don't think she didn't know about that stupid woman glaring at her with eyes full of resentment all day long.
She must have felt very wronged following in her footsteps all these years, hadn't she?
But what could she do? She simply enjoyed tormenting people like this, the more you dislike it, the more I want you to bear it with a smile…
Her smile was particularly beautiful, leaving Dong Mohan utterly entranced.
He was willing to do anything for her.
"How is that old lady doing now?" asked Yan Jiahe.
