Jiang Chengcheng thought she could manage not to care.
But from the second Ye Li walked out of the exhibition hall, her mind was filled with images of Ye Li and Zhou Hecchen together.
When Ye Li laughed, Zhou Hecchen would laugh along, wouldn't he?
If Ye Li was sad, would Zhou Hecchen's heart shatter, pulling her into his arms and whispering words of comfort?
Then, the Ferrari that had brought her to Bishui Bay would drive away with Ye Li.
Zhou Hecchen could hold Ye Li, taking and asking as he pleased, repeatedly calling her "Xiao Li." This time, he wouldn't turn his back on her after easing his feelings, would he?
He had finally gotten what he wanted!
Thinking of Zhou Hecchen and Ye Li rolling around in bed, Jiang Chengcheng gritted her teeth in hatred.
Blood seeped from her palms, and the moment she came to her senses, Jiang Chengcheng ran out of the exhibition hall without hesitation.
With just one glance, she saw Zhou Hecchen and Ye Li standing in front of the Ferrari.