Wu Hanxiao said in exasperation, "That's outrageous! How can you do this to me…"
Seeing how hysterical he was, Ai Bao felt exhausted.
"Don't come to me again. You're nothing to me now."
Wu Hanxiao's eyes were bloodshot red. "Why won't you help me? I've fallen on evil days and you just left me for another man! Ai Bao, I finally know what kind of woman you are!"
A short distance away, Xiaomi, who came to the office today to grab her final paycheck, took out her phone and began to record the three of them…
Ai Bao was vexed as well. "Hey! We broke up a long time before that! Why should I care if you're popular or not?!"
"Heh, I don't buy it! I know what you did! You found yourself this new boyfriend just to get back at me! And you've hooked up with that Ink Painting on Porcelain to say bad things about me on Weibo! Women can be so vicious!"
Wu Hanxiao's tongue wagged freely as he began to slander Ai Bao over anything he could think of.