After Qiao Yuxian finished the phone call with Gu Yanjing, she didn't look at those women again and turned her head and walked away directly.
She had only taken a few steps when the woman who had just spoken said again, "What are you so proud of? Even if you prove that Mr. Gu loves you now, can he love you for a lifetime? You're worthless, and Mr. Gu will eventually get tired of you. You're still relying on Mr. Gu to put pressure on us, aren't you? Without Mr. Gu, would you dare to talk to us like this? If you have the guts, don't rely on Mr. Gu."
Qiao Yuxian stopped, turned around, and looked at her, saying, "Why can't I rely on him? He's my husband, so I lean on him, what's wrong with that?"
"You!" The woman was so angry that her chest heaved continuously.
Qiao Yuxian continued, "What's wrong? Are you envious? Jealous?"
"I am not!" the woman exclaimed excitedly.
"Oh, not at all." Qiao Yuxian said with ease, "I thought you said so much because you were envious of me."
