Qian even started wondering if her own thoughts had been blessed by some magic?
This was a little too spot-on, wasn't it?
She had just been thinking about mistresses earlier, and barely a minute before calling Yu Minglang, she'd still been swaggering in her head, thinking that if something like a mistress ever landed on her own head, she'd definitely take down the other woman and kick the scumbag to the curb without hesitation.
But seeing it with her own eyes, she suddenly felt it wasn't as simple as she'd imagined.
Qian felt that even if she added up all the times she'd ever been shocked in her entire life, it still wouldn't compare to how shaken she was right now.
It had to be a coincidence; he wouldn't go as far as to lie to her.
If a man like Yu Minglang could betray his family, then what was left in this world that was still worth trusting?
