He squatted down in front of Hongni and stared at her intently. "I just want to know, whose words are actually true—yours or Lingzhi’s?"
Hongni, who was a complete mess at this moment—covered in mud spots and even horse manure, with dirt smeared across her face—let out a wanton laugh. "What do you think?" she replied, full of malice.
"Of course it’s all fake!" Hongni said, enunciating every word. "That man treats her so well. He’s afraid of her shoes getting even a speck of dirt, afraid she’ll be cold, and washes her feet himself. He’d practically cradle her in the palm of his hand! Why would she ever spare you a glance? You’re not even worth a single strand of that man’s hair!"
Chapter 120