Upon seeing that the person who had walked in was Ye Feng, the woman sprang up from the couch, her eyes fiercely fixed on Ye Feng, filled with resentment and bitterness!
"It's you!!!"
The woman, with her hair disheveled, originally had heavy makeup that was now completely smudged, making her face a mess with black and purple blotches, utterly embarrassed.
And on that heavily foundationed face swelled a conspicuous, bright red palm print.
"Xiaoyu, you know him?"
The man also stood up from the couch. He was dressed in a suit, wearing a floral tie and gold-rimmed glasses, looking every bit the part of a successful individual. Glancing over at Ye Feng, then back at the woman, he asked with puzzlement.
"President Chen, it's him! He's the one who ruined the relationship between Xiaoli and me, turning us against each other!" The woman's face contorted with rage, her eyes filled with loathing as if she wanted to tear Ye Feng into eight pieces.