Wang Shumei really wanted to part with Sun Guanghui on amicable terms; perhaps if they met again in the future, they could still smile and exchange pleasantries, catch up on each other's recent circumstances.
After all, they had lived together in the same courtyard for two and a half years and had struggled and striven together.
But now she didn't want that.
Now she didn't even want to say another word to the person before her.
His mere presence made Wang Shumei feel irritated.
She furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly, took a step forward, and brushed past him.
Mrs. Sun never expected that Wang Shumei would say such things.
In her view, the act of throwing the watch was done by Lin Nianhe; Wang Shumei should have been reluctant—an item worth over a hundred yuan! That could support her for several months!
