Lin Shuang held her back, refusing to let her leave.
"Let go of me! You scum! Deadbeat! Go to hell!" Su Wanqiao cursed angrily.
Lin Shuang was somewhat speechless and retorted, "Me, a jerk? Just because I slept with a woman, you want me dead? Then shouldn't all those powerful capitalists around the world drop dead? Compared to those officials and those capitalists, am I really that bad?"
Su Wanqiao wanted to argue back.
Lin Shuang snapped back directly, "That certain Hengda song and dance troupe has over a hundred dancers, and their boss revels night after night. How many women have I been with? Does that make me scum?"
"Those corrupt officials who have been taken down, don't they all have countless lovers? Those bank CEOs and managers, don't they all have endless mistresses? Shouldn't they die hundreds or thousands of times over?" Lin Shuang countered.
Su Wanqiao was left speechless by his retort.