Her hair was messy, her complexion was livid, her brows were prominent, and her finger knuckles were pinched on both sides of Su Wanwan's neck. With a little force, Su Wanwan felt difficulty breathing. "Su Wanwan, how dare you plot against me."
Even so, Su Wanwan calmly pulled the quilt over her body, barely showing a smile, and said: "The reporter is right outside the door. This hotel has a total of thirty-two floors, and we are on the sixteenth floor. The exterior walls are all made of glass, and the nearest corner from here is more than ten meters away. What's more unfortunate is that the second lady of the Xu family stayed in the room diagonally opposite last night."
After what he said, Xu Mianyun now wanted to strangle Su Wanwan. No woman had ever dared to openly provoke him like this.
Su Wanwan: You all feel wronged and uncomfortable, but you forget that the only person who is really uncomfortable is the person involved. She can't even find a place to cry.