C161 Only the Devil Can Bear to Hate You

Jiang Zhiyu felt like she was struck by lightning.

She looked at Ye Shaotian, who was crying so much that his face was drained of color. She took her phone over to take a look and sure enough, the screen was filled with the familiar WeChat signal.

Ye Wen replied with the same kind words.

She didn't want to see the content. As a scum, that was all.

He would usually play the fool