She Is the Mistress

"Shaojie… Actually we didn't officially break up, did we?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Shaojie wrinkled his brow.

Seeing the change in his expression, she thought she had touched a nerve, and she smiled even wider.

She squinted at him and said, "So strictly speaking, Xiaoxiao is a… mistress? I think, given Xiaoxiao's personality, if she found out that she has become a mistress, she will probably break down, won't she?"

Yin Shaojie's chest was filled with anger and his dark eyes stared icily at her. He seemed to have squeezed out the words through his gritted teeth as he pointed his finger at her and said, "Su Lin, you dare!"

"Why won't I dare?" Su Lin tilted up her chin like a haughty queen. "We haven't broken up yet, so you still belong to me and she is the mistress. Am I wrong? This is the truth! Why wouldn't I dare to say it?"

Yin Shaojie's hands hanging by his side clenched into fists, and his eyes became red with anger.