"Charles, what are you looking at?" Lin Yao's arms circled around the man's neck in front of her as she looked at what he was holding in his hands. When she saw the photo he was holding, her face immediately twisted.
"Lin Yue! How could you have so many photos of her!" Lin Yao looked at the photos on the table; these were all pictures of Lin Yue going about her daily routine, apparently taken by someone without her knowledge.
"Could it be that you have fallen for her!" Lin Yao's heart surged with uncontrollable jealousy at the thought, "I should remind you, let's not even talk about whether you can withstand the Zhuo Family, furthermore, she is a married woman, a worn-out shoe played by men; do you really want her?"
Lin Yao stared at him, her expression still twisted from the recent surge of anger.
It's Lin Yue again! I really don't know what's so great about her; why do all men like her!
