Sheng Jinghua had vaguely heard everything that Qi Jin and Fu min had said, including their affectionate and intimate words. He scoffed at every word.
The man's elegant face was filled with mockery as he looked at Fu min with a half-smile.
Trust?
This kind of thing, was she, su chiyue, still qualified to have it ...
If one were to count the number of times this woman had betrayed Qi Jin, it was unknown how many times.
What Fu min didn't know was that what she said today would become a net that she would tie up in the future.
Pipipi Chi, who was locked up in the little dark room, shed tears of regret.
Of course, this was a story for later.
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After the blue-clothed actress on the stage finished her performance, she flicked her long sleeves. Her long and narrow eyes, which had been painted, were raised, and her eyes were so soft and charming that water could almost drip out.