Wen Xiangyang, I am actually facilitating you

Wen Xiangyang could not fathom the thoughts of a woman like Leng Xing, who could transform love into hatred.

Ye Ying had grown up together with Leng Xing; they had both stayed close to Mu Lingqian since childhood.

And yet, Leng Xing was able to lay such a vicious hand on Ye Ying.

All of this, just to harm her.

Wen Xiangyang could not comprehend, nor did she want to comprehend, what exactly went on in the twisted mind of a woman like Leng Xing.

"Despicable?" Leng Xing's eyes grew cold upon hearing this. She glared menacingly at Wen Xiangyang, her voice chilling as she said, "If not for you, how would I have ended up like this? Wen Xiangyang, I heard you've even managed to win over the old man, getting him to stay neutral and not help either side. Fine, if the old man won't help me, I'll just help myself!"

As Leng Xing spoke, she suddenly pulled out a key, unlocked the door, and stepped inside.