Cheng Zhiwei was stunned for a long while before she came to her senses, "Is this why you stole Zhou Lin from me at the beginning and kept inviting me to your dates?"
Seo Zhenzhen wasn't scared of others mocking her status; she deliberately wanted Cheng Zhiwei to see her affectionate moments with Zhou Lin, to watch Cheng Zhiwei suffer, in order to gain a sense of victorious pleasure.
Ridiculous, yet also tragic.
"How important Zhou Lin was to you, those two years, you prayed and chanted for him, until your voice went hoarse, almost ruining your throat, and even clutched your phone all night long, just to reply to his messages the moment they came in." Seo Zhenzhen spoke slowly, even though her words were meant to provoke, she still sounded somewhat helpless.
"But look at me, I didn't do anything, and yet he fell for me, Cheng Zhiwei, I won against you, that's fate."