"Just drop dead with that thought," Jiang Meili berated with her hands on her hips, her words extremely unpleasant to hear, "You and your sorry ass still want to take advantage of my niece. Take a good look at yourself in the mirror; I'm warning you, Jiang Dechun has finally moved on from the past, so if you dare do anything beastly again, don't blame me for turning against you."
Wang Dalì sneered, "I don't recall you ever protecting Jiang Zhuanzhuan before, so now you've had a change of heart?"
"It's all the same. Why would I have sucked up to Jiang Dechun when he was as poor as a ghost back then? Now that he's made money, of course, I'm going to cling to him – it's all about the cash."
As the two were talking, they didn't notice when the room's door opened, and a gust of cold wind rushed in, startling Jiang Meili.
"When did the door open?"
