"What do I, a woman, understand?" Cheng Zhiwei muttered these words, fury rising within her as if she had lost her reason. She violently threw her bag at Zhou Lin. "If I had any sense, I should've gone with Senior He Ye from the beginning, instead of letting you bully me like this."
"Smack."
Cheng Zhiwei covered her face, disbelievingly staring at Zhou Lin. "You hit me for her?"
Zhou Lin's hand trembled by his side, but he quickly restrained himself. He frowned and said harshly, "Look at yourself now, how are you any different from a shrew?"
Cheng Zhiwei laughed in anguish. "Now you think I'm a shrew?"
"I'm telling you, I will absolutely not divorce," she gritted her teeth. "Let your Miss He remain a mistress for life."
"Our relationship is innocent, stop spouting nonsense," Zhou Lin said in a completely indifferent tone.