Chiang Qing's face grew dark as a pot bottom; did she mishear, did Shen Qizheng want her to connect him and Ning Ge? Did he want her as the mediator?
Friendship?
Chiang Qing sneered, there was no friendship between them, but she could speak volumes about their grievances and the hatred marked by tooth imprints.
Ning Ge…
Thinking about that scoundrel, Chiang Qing's gums began to throb quietly, the pain turned sour, and her teeth ground so hard they were nearly shattered.
It was him, scheming behind Jiang Dafang, who sent her into the mental hospital, subjected her to that hellish pain—him, the source of all her suffering, that bastard!
If Jiang Dafang deserved hate, then the wretch Ning Ge who came up with the idea deserved death even more!
Chiang Qing took a sip of black tea, only to find it unbearably bitter, and couldn't help but place it back on the table.
