Wen Meimei directly gave him a sarcastic "hehe," ready to fight back.
"Mr. Jiu, as an outsider, I deeply respect the late Miss Sisi because I believe that the woman my husband once loved must have been a wonderful girl. She enjoyed flowers, painting, and red wine, which shows she was cultured and had good taste. A mentally deranged man like you, Miss Sisi wouldn't have given you the time of day even if she were still alive."
"What did you say!" Jiu Yanchen was enraged, stepped forward, and grabbed Wen Meimei by the collar.
The man's strength was immense, his one hand gripping Wen Meimei's collar tightly, soon making it difficult for her to breathe.
Damn it!
At times like this, it was only proper for little Qingqing to jump out and rescue the beauty.
Where was that girl?
"Let, let me go..." Wen Meimei struggled to speak, her small hands flailing, but how could she ever match a man who frequented the gym?