Feng Jingxuan's expression became somewhat stern: "That's indeed going too far. A man who hits women isn't a real man at all, and one who abandons his wife and child doesn't deserve to be married."
He looked at Nan Xia somewhat surprised: "I didn't expect your taste in men to be so poor."
Nan Xia was very beautiful, with a cold beauty about her, like a hedgehog full of spikes, difficult to approach. Yet, there was an indistinct charm about her that unconsciously drew people's attention to her.
Such a woman was clearly very smart, supposed to be hard for any man to hurt.
"Heh..."
Nan Xia let out a laugh, her eyes full of sorrow: "You're right, such men don't deserve to be married. I was blind back then."
How could she have fallen for someone as cruel as Feng Jingxuan?
They were people from two different worlds. If not for Feng Jingxuan becoming a vegetative person, they would never have crossed paths.