At the bathroom entrance, the winding queue slowly made its way forward, and Jiang Muwan, who stood in front of Yang Shan, felt a distinct chill in the air when she heard Yang Shan insinuatingly bring up Song Rong.
"A home-wrecker who has the audacity to clamber onto someone else's husband despite knowing he's married, dares to stand on the moral high ground to judge others? Ms. Yang, did you come here today in search of a brain?"
"When did the world become so twisted? Or do you think everyone's minds are not right, that they're all sick?" Jiang Muwan said, looking at Yang Shan with cold eyes. Although her voice wasn't loud, it was enough for the people around to hear.
In the temple, a Buddhist Holy Land, it was really inappropriate to have such an argument.
But if Jiang Muwan were to let Yang Shan off, to let her flaunt and frolic in front of her, that was impossible!
She was not a person of great kindness, nor would she do anything to wrong herself to please others.
