"Playing with him will crush you to pieces,"
When Zheng Yiyun spoke these words, her voice brimmed with pride.
Her judgment in selecting a man had been truly impeccable; Zhou Rongrong must definitely feel incredibly regretful for not having chosen as well as herself.
She had not chosen Pan Yunhu back then, and now she must be regretting it terribly.
Every time she thought of her own choices recently,
Zheng Yiyun felt tremendously fortunate.
Li Zhiyan smiled.
"Aunt Zheng, I'm going to get my car."
Li Zhiyan's attitude was very casual.
He clearly hadn't taken her words to heart.
This made Zheng Yiyun feel extremely annoyed—how could this kid be so ungrateful?
She was obviously trying to save him, yet he didn't seem to care at all.
Watching Li Zhiyan's retreating figure, Zheng Yiyun felt convinced that his end would be truly tragic.
After all, in playing games with Pan Yunhu, Li Zhiyan was just a green young man.