Wang Ru looked at Hu Futan's furious and self-deprecating expression. She smiled and said, "Brother Hu, you are indeed a fool. Why did Sister Jiang love you so much?"
At the mention of Jiang Xiaoyan, Hu Futan's expression turned to anger. He knew that Wang Ru was deliberately rubbing salt into his wound. He gritted his teeth and said, "Enough."
He knew he was a bastard, knew he was wrong, but he had no chance to redo it.
The dead could not be resurrected.
Hu Futan hugged his head and squatted down, crying.
Seeing him in such a sorry state, Wang Ru sighed. "Jiang Xiaoyan was smart and saw through me. She could have easily taken my life, but she cared too much about you, Brother Hu. She didn't want to break up with you, so she didn't dare to make a move and had to tolerate me."