Zhou Yuwei was so angry that she trembled all over, her little face turning pale and then blue, blue and then pale. Lan Tian uttered the word 'love' with such seriousness, without any expression of sarcasm on her face, nor a disdainful look in her eyes. But Zhou Yuwei just knew Lan Tian looked down on her.
No, it should be said, it was a kind of indifference. Whether she entangled herself with Mo Junhua or slept with Chu Yang, Lan Tian simply didn't care. Her face was always composed, a light breeze on a clear day, which was even more detestable than mere disdain.
Why should she struggle for a livelihood, trying to cling to others, yet Lan Tian could live so comfortably and carefree?
Not knowing where the thought came from, a panic spread from deep within. Her affair with Chu Yang had been so secretive, how did Lan Tian know about it? If Lan Tian knew, did that mean others knew too? Could it be that Mo Junhua also knew?
