Jiang Chenglong felt as if he was stepping on cotton and it felt unreal.
Seeing that he was finally willing to go back, Ying Fuyi heaved a sigh of relief but she was also shocked and angry.
She looked at Ying Xiurui with anger in her words. "Isn't Xuelong your woman? Why is she so… shameless to go and hold someone else's fiancé?"
Ying Xiurui's expression darkened. "Xuelong has a straightforward personality and is upright. Don't use your own thoughts to maliciously slander her behavior. She helped to make Jiang Chenglong stay for you, but you maliciously hurt her. Fuyi, your behavior disappoints me."
Ying Fuyi was unconvinced. Her woman's intuition suddenly made her feel that Jiang Chenglong and Rong Xuelong's relationship was not simple.
But facing Ying Xiurui, she could only lower her head. "I'm sorry, Cousin. I was too sensitive. Chenglong has always refused to acknowledge me. I really don't know what part of me is not good enough."