"Ah! Liu Zhizhong, you beastly dog, do you still want to have me forever? You shameless bastard..."
Zhao Han's rage erupted in an instant, and she screamed hoarsely as her phone flew out of her hand.
With a loud smack, the phone shattered against the wall.
She collapsed onto the couch, her face ashen, her eyes vacant.
Once more, tears streamed down her face, filled with helplessness and despair, and she nearly fainted.
In this lifetime, oh heaven, was she really destined to become Liu Zhizhong's plaything?
This despicable man, none other than Zhao Yan's husband, having both me and my sister—what kind of damn luck is that? Taking delight in his own fortune, huh?
Oh heavens... Why is this happening? Why?!
Zhao Han wailed in pain deep inside, with no outlet for her torment, tasting the increasingly bitter fruits of her anguish...
But Liu Zhizhong couldn't care less about her plight, sure of his grip on her.