Wei Anning sighed helplessly, "It's not that I'm afraid of her, but what's there to say to someone like that? Just ignore her, then let her see our happiness—that's the best revenge."
Yan Nanfei turned around, "Anning, you're absolutely right. Why waste energy talking to a cheap woman like her?"
The two walked away while chatting. Meanwhile, Song Qingge stood by the door, her face pale with anger. She stepped back into the private room, slammed the door shut, and turned around. There, sitting on the sofa, was a woman who looked exactly like the one outside the door just moments ago.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it.
Wei Anjing swirled her cocktail, the blue liquid glimmering mesmerizingly. She cast a sideways glance at Song Qingge, "So, how does it feel? I told you, as long as Wei Anning stays by Leng Youchen's side, he'll never notice what you've sacrificed for him."
