It was just a casually spoken sentence, but it mocked her for offering herself willingly and being despised by a man. It was the first time in her life that she felt the ultimate humiliation.
The moment Jiang Wei lifted her eyes, she directly slapped Jin Mo, causing her head to turn aside.
Her palm was burning hot and slightly trembling, her face pale as she looked at Jin Mo.
Since the day Jin Mo had seen her and Tang Yan sleeping together, she hadn't felt the arrogance or the pleasure of defeating Jin Mo that she had imagined, but rather a full sense of defeat.
The disdainful look from Tang Yan constantly tormented her, undermining her confidence, so she vented all her hatred and anger on Jin Mo.
At this point, she might as well make things clear.
She and Jin Mo were born enemies; even without Tang Yan, they could never be friends—not because they were different, but because their temperaments were too similar, both so proud and domineering.
