The man was truly angered and began speaking without restraint.
Ning Ruixi ignored the jumbled words, finally finding a key point among them.
Tang Yacheng?
That name sounded somewhat familiar.
Frowning in thought, trying to recall where she had heard this name that she didn't recognize but felt oddly familiar with, Ning Ruixi sank into deep thought.
The sight of her, in Tang Yacheng's eyes—the one who had just revealed his identity—looked like the guilty pretense of someone exposed. He couldn't help feeling triumphantly smug.
"Ning Ruixi, I always thought you were a very naive person, and so timid too. Could I ever have expected you to become like this? Is money really so important to you that you'd forget about money and seduce wealthy men? That man just now was old enough to be your father. You can even stomach that for the sake of money?"
Tang Yacheng began again with his self-righteous tone.