"Sheng Hong!" Xu Jiahui heard the name Sheng Hong from the mouth of Mrs. Sheng, and for a moment, her eyes bore a hint of murder. She originally thought it was the wife of some man she had recently enticed, but she had no idea that the one causing trouble turned out to be the wife of that old man Sheng Hong. Xu Jiahui's eyes instantly became dangerous.
"You're Sheng Hong's wife!" Xu Jiahui's voice raised again.
"So what if I am, are you just finding out now?" Mrs. Sheng half-raised her chin, looking down at Xu Jiahui with a trace of contempt in her eyes.
Mrs. Sheng's gaze made Xu Jiahui let out a cold laugh, and she returned it with an even more disdainful look.
"To me, Sheng Hong is just a dog, not even qualified to fill my shoes. On what basis do you think he's my lover, is he even worthy?" Xu Jiahui crossed her arms and mocked coldly.
Xu Jiahui's attitude left Mrs. Sheng momentarily stunned; she couldn't believe what she heard from the other person's mouth.
