Yu Xiuli took out a lollipop, lifted her head to look at her, "If I haven't misunderstood, Miss Han means, regardless of whether I'm married or not, you want to be my secret lover, right?"
"Secret lover," the word was exceedingly humiliating.
But still, Han Mingshi managed to nod her head through her tears.
"I think I'm not the one to decide on this matter. Why don't you give my wife a call? If she agrees to you being the 'other woman,' I wouldn't mind."
Yu Xiuli said it indifferently, but it was too much for Han Mingshi. At that moment, her tears completely broke through the dam.
What kind of an attitude was this?
Wasn't it better to just reject her outright? This was an insult, wasn't it?
Call his wife? And ask for her consent?
Which wife would willingly agree to their husband having an affair? Wouldn't she be cursed to death? How could she dare make such a call?
Yu Xiuli's manner was truly more hurtful than a direct rejection.