Ronald Loman's eyes seemed about to burst, staring fiercely at the women in front, only to feel those words piercing his chest over and over, causing him incomparable pain.
Facing his gaze, Annie Taylor's chest also inexplicably ached, forcing myself not to look anymore; otherwise, I truly feared I would become a women without conscience and face, without self-respect, shameless.
Ronald Loman let out a self-mocking chuckle but still spoke, "If you have a little sense, you and I would feel better. If you must be like this, neither of us will have it easy. Let's see who can outlast who in the end."
Upon hearing this, Annie Taylor's teardrop continued to swirl in her eye sockets, unwilling to argue with him anymore.
"Villain! Bullying our Miss Taylor!"
