Watching the scene before her, where she was teased, scolded, and felt little happiness, Queen Qi clenched her teeth tightly, her fists clenched so hard that her fingernails dug into her palm, deeply embedding into the tender flesh.
Her breathing, tinged with a trace of anger, became rapid, and her chest heaved tumultuously.
Queen Qi really wanted to lash out at Lin Hai. For some reason, seeing him in such a moment with Ouyang Xiaoya, a surge of anger and intense jealousy inexplicably rose in her heart, and she wished she could go up and slap Lin Hai hard.
"No, I can't hurt Lin Hai anymore." The rational part of Queen Qi's mind stopped her instincts.
"Qi Weiwei, oh Qi Weiwei, what capabilities do you have to be jealous of others? What right do you have to be angry? Lin Hai is not your exclusive property, and you've already slapped someone else."
Thinking of this, Qi Weiwei's mouth pouted, feeling an inexplicable sorrow in her heart.
