For the past six years, she had been thinking about marrying Lu Jihan, but in the end, it was Song Yinyin who took the lead, even giving birth to Lu Jihan's child!
Song Anqi's face twisted inch by inch into a hideous expression, her fingernails digging deeply into Zhang Zhuo's flesh.
Zhang Zhuo recoiled in horror, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, pleading, "Miss Song, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been greedy for money, please spare me... Actually, I just went along with it, but wasn't your goal already achieved?"
Going along with it, achieving the goal?
That's simply adding insult to injury!
Furious, Song Anqi swung a slap toward his face.
Smack—
A sharp slap rang out, immediately leaving a bright red handprint on Zhang Zhuo's face, causing his face to turn aside.
Disregarding any sense of privacy, Song Anqi shouted in rage, "You have the nerve to speak? Do you even know whose child that woman is carrying?!"
"Whose...?"
