Is There Any Meaning to It?

Liao Na's expression was colorful. She was embarrassed and angry from being beaten, flustered that she had made a fuss for nothing, a little regretful, and humiliated from being slapped.

"Her!" Liao Na had never expected Lin Gantang to have such an identity.

She knew that Wen Rendong had a son.

Who wasn't greedy? If she could get Wen Yanqing, would she want a man of advanced age? However, Wen Yanqing only wanted his girlfriend, and Wen Rendong was fine with any number of them. The opportunity was only with Wen Rendong, and she could only cling onto Wen Rendong to enjoy the material gains from him.

She had done too many things out of jealousy. Lin Gantang sat alone beside Wen Rendong and she had subconsciously thought that she was an opponent. What was wrong with scolding her?

She never expected the tables to turn.

"What her? Shut up and get out. Don't come again!" Wen Rendong pointed at the door.