As she spoke, she deliberately flashed her engagement ring to Jiang Yi, saying with pride, "Now, Zimu's heart only has room for me. Jiang Yi, you don't stand a chance anymore."
If Jiang Yi's neck could move, she would have slapped her already.
"You've been yapping for so long, aren't you tired?" she mocked, then added, "Isn't your uncle both rich and impressive? How come you're looking so shabby, even picking out such a cheap ring for your engagement?"
Wen Qianqian felt as if she had been hit in a vital spot, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.
She glared at Jiang Yi, her eyes fixated on Jiang Yi's face, which was a hundred times more beautiful than her own, "Jiang Yi, shut up!"
Saying this, she grabbed a water cup nearby and splashed the remaining half onto Jiang Yi's face.
Jiang Yi screamed in agony as the pain from her neck wound flared up due to her reflexive dodging, causing her vision to darken in waves.