“Because he died early.”
Zhu Meina snorted smugly.
She did not need love. Her love had long been buried at Brother Long’s place. What Love? Those were all lies. Perhaps there would be true love sometimes, but it just happened to be without her.
Therefore, compared to love, which was an illusory thing, she would rather pursue something practical, something that could be seen or touched.
She was just a tacky, vulgar woman.
She no longer had love and the ability to love. In that case, she had to lead a good life.
However, she sighed.
Perhaps not long later, she would really have to get out of the Su family, and she still had to give herself a way out.
Yan Huan stared at her face as if he was deep in thought.
On this day, when Yan Huan first arrived at the Lu family, he realized that there were quite a few guests at home today. Su Ancheng, Zhu Xianglan, who had been beaten up by her like a pig.