She dared to steal my husband, I'll tear her face apart

Ji Mianmian saw Madam Murong's shoulders tremble and she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Mom, you're not. You're really great, really ..."

Madam Murong covered her face and said in a hoarse voice,"I always thought that he loved me. When I married him, I would know that he must have liked someone before. Otherwise, why would he not marry at that age? I thought that after so many years, no matter how much he loved that woman, it would have dissipated. Even if there were no feelings, he should at least have some kinship with me. I'm the closest person to him, right?"

Madam Murong's voice became more and more agitated,"but...No, it's all useless. I've accompanied her for so many years, but I still can't beat that B * tch."

As she spoke, her voice became more and more hoarse, and the suppressed whimpers in her throat made one's heart ache.

Ji Mianmian reached out and put her arm around Madam Murong's shoulder.""Mom, calm down, calm down ..." She said.