"What birthday gift did Liu Jing give you? Why don't you take a look?" Nie Ping curiously asked as she looked at the beautifully wrapped gift box in Jiang Wei's hands. Jiang Wei's face, which had been full of enthusiasm, turned ice-cold, and a trace of disdain appeared in her eyes. She glanced at the gift box in her hands and casually threw it into the nearby trash can. "Liu Jing is so poor, what good thing could she give me? If Mr. Long hadn't taken an interest in her, I wouldn't have invited her—or brought over her poor relatives. It's really embarrassing."
"I really don't understand why Mr. Long would take an interest in her. Do I look worse than Liu Jing?" A hint of resentment flashed in Jiang Wei's eyes.
"Men are all the same. They lose interest after a fling; Mr. Long isn't going to have anything serious with her," Nie Ping said with a smile.
