Old Mrs. Wang had been traumatized by the door. Even knowing her son was at the entrance, she didn't dare approach when she heard Zhu Yun's voice. She stood far away in the living room, and now, after a violent shiver, a stream formed beneath her again...
Zhu Yun glanced at her and pulled back her leg. "Wang Xianbing, you weren't born with a human brain, but I was. Watching you flail your limbs around like a cuckolded turtle flipped on its back is pretty damn satisfying."
"My husband is fairer, taller, and more handsome than you. His salary is higher, his skills are better, and he's a good man who treasures me. Would I have to be stupid, crazy, or a complete moron to still be hung up on you?"
"Don't think that just because a village chicken from some poor backwater valley sticks a feather in its tail, it becomes a phoenix that the whole world revolves around! The only ones who'd enjoy watching you dance would be weasels, just humoring an idiot."
