Pei Shuya's face darkened, glaring at Tang ZhiLuo, "You're important now because you can sleep with Mo Xun. But in the future, I can too."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, the medication costing 1.8 million per bottle really works. The doctor said my body is recovering well, and in six months to a year, I'll likely be able to have children. By then, I'll be able to sleep with Mo Xun. Will there still be a place for you here?"
Tang ZhiLuo smiled faintly, "What does that have to do with me?"
Six months later, the position of Mrs. Mo would belong to Sheng Shiniang. If Pei Shuya wanted to fight, she should go confront Sheng Shiniang—what would that have to do with her?
"If it doesn't concern you, why don't you get out?" Pei Shuya's eyes turned vicious, as though she was ready to tear Tang ZhiLuo apart.