Su Qing's eyes were wide open as she stared at the photo of Mu Shaochen kneeling over the keyboard.
It seemed to exceed her imagination and what she could bear.
Qin Wan, that bitch, actually made Mu Shaochen kneel on the keyboard.
Had Mu Shaochen's brain been squashed by a door?
To let her publicly share such an embarrassing photo, didn't he have any self-respect?
The jealousy in her heart was like a tsunami, uncontrollable and surging.
After so many years of rumors about her and him, he had never responded even once.
What looked like tacit approval, compared to his indulgence and responses to Qin Wan now, suddenly felt to her like indifference.
Because he didn't care, it didn't matter to him how she spread rumors.
Her fingers dug into the palm of her hand with hate, but she didn't feel any pain, Mu Shaochen, that bastard.
She had loved him for so many years, how could he treat her like this.
She grit her teeth tightly, "Shaochen, you're forcing my hand!"
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Ye City.
