But as Yan Hai stood there looking cold and righteous, a faint secret pleasure quietly rose in his heart.
He believed Bai Lingling was acting this way because she could not stand seeing him and Yun Wanrou close.
Maybe she was jealous.
Maybe she had long been jealous.
Maybe all this sharpness, stubbornness, and refusal to back down was just the ugly form of a woman who could not obtain a man's affection.
The more Yan Hai thought about it, the more likely it felt.
After all, why else would Bai Lingling keep making scenes whenever Yun Wanrou was involved?
In his mind, all her present coldness became proof that she still could not let go of him.
Bai Lingling looked at him.
Then she looked at Yun Wanrou behind him.
One was her so-called cousin.
The other was her scum fiancé.
Standing together so neatly, they really did look quite fitting.
Like a pair of rotten things tied up and sold together at the market.
Bai Lingling suddenly laughed softly.
