She walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Yuan Sichun's pale face.
"What did you tell me before you came to Ping Cheng? You didn't get a man, but you ended up in such a sorry state? Is that all you've got?"
Tears streamed down Yuan Sichun's face as she gripped the blanket tightly.
Apart from embarrassment and anger, the rest was crazy jealousy and self-loathing.
All the negative emotions overwhelmed him.
Was that all she had?
How many times had she reminded herself to calm down and think of ways to deal with Shen Fanxing?
But in the end, she would always be the one to lose.
"Mom… I'm going crazy… Shen Fanxing…"
Because of Shen Fanxing, she was jealous and disgusted with herself.
Jealous of Shen Fanxing's intelligence. Every failure made her suspect that she wasn't smart or outstanding enough.
Ye Zhiqing's face turned cold.
"Think about why you want to fight her. If you can't win, then stop."