"Get lost, filthy," Henry said again with disgust, patting his palms together.
Ai Ning had never suffered such humiliation. She used to be the one looking down on others, never imagining that one day she'd be the one despised, denied even the qualifications to be 'the other woman.'
She glared at Henry, cursing, "I thought you'd be stronger than Anthony, but it turns out you're no different; you both pine for a married woman. You both have such 'unique' tastes. You say I'm dirty, but what about you? You're just willing accomplices."
Ai Ning's words met with two sharp glances.
Anthony's face turned red with anger as he glared at her, "Ai Ning, shut it. I just thought of Xu as a good friend, nothing more."
Ai Ning wanted to retort, but was stopped by Aite, who looked at Henry and said, "I have another sister, and she's prettier and smarter than Ai Ning."
