"Bitch!" Mo Peilan was slapped hard on the face, and despicable curses rang in her ears. The shopping bag in her hand fell down, and her son's children's clothes were scattered on the floor.
Stumbling back, Peilan took a step back and covered her painful face. Peilan looked quietly at the elegant woman in front of her.
She recognized her even when she turned to ashes. She was Lu Shaodong's wife who had taken care of her for five years and tortured her for five years.
She didn't fight back or speak, and the smile on her face was so bitter that she turned pale.
"Mo Yan." The car door behind Mrs. Lu suddenly opened. Peilan's heartbeat stopped and her eyes looked over uncontrollably. Lu Shaodong stepped out of the car with a smile on his lips and bright eyes. He called his wife's name affectionately, and looked at the dumbfounded Peilan with a pair of peach blossom eyes: "Yan'er, when you see your sister, why don't you introduce her to me?"
He smiled, a smile that charmed all living beings, yet was extremely cruel.
"Look at me... I forgot. I slept with her for five years. I haven't seen or touched her anywhere. I'm afraid I know her better than you do!" Lu Shaodong deliberately made a frustrated expression, but he let go of the pale Mo Yan and stepped closer to Peilan.
He bent down, picked up the scattered children's clothes on the ground with his slender fingers and waved them in front of her eyes. After letting out a low chuckle, he suddenly looked at her sideways and said harshly in her ear word by word: "You should know that the women I, Mr. Lu, have slept with have no right to go to other people's beds and give birth to other people's bastards!"