"Wang Meifeng!" Zhao Qiyan with a cry pounced on Wang Meifeng, "What do you think you are? You stole Chuxia's husband's family, you stole Chuxia's job, how can you have the face to stand here and blabber!"
Wang Meifeng was holding back a lot of anger with nowhere to vent. Although she had bet Chuxia that she would have a better life than her in the future, how could her heart settle so soon when her husband's family was nowhere near as good as Chuxia's?
Unfortunately, just when she hadn't calmed down, Zhao Qiyan, this second-class cripple, also made the same request as she had made yesterday, making her feel the shame of having her wounds rawly exposed.
Not even five feet tall, this tubby Tongzi, as ugly as can be, also dared to think about marrying into the military, as if officers were as plentiful as cabbages, available to anyone who wished to marry?
Alright, she was somewhat misdirecting her anger, but she really needed a way to vent.
