Song Yingjie continued, "Look at you, you've been with men before, and now you're with a playboy, both body and mind no longer pure. Furthermore, I've heard that you're very money-hungry, actually working jobs outside?"
Song Yingjie shook his head and said, "So before, you must have extorted one thousand yuan to buy that sleeper berth, right?"
"What a vain and despicable woman."
"We're really not a match."
Xia Chuyi: ...
Jiang Shuqin was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, glancing at Xia Chuyi.
Xia Chuyi was just squinting her eyes, thinking to herself: Everything Song Yingjie said was spot on.
But who told him all of this?
Seeing her still so calm, Jiang Shuqin shook her head, thinking this was intolerable—Chuyi might be able to tolerate it, but she certainly couldn't.
Jiang Shuqin jumped up suddenly, hurling the book in her hand fiercely at Song Yingjie's head.
"Go to hell!" Jiang Shuqin, holding the book, kept hitting Song Yingjie, knocking him senseless.
