Seeing his attitude, Xu Manzhi felt a pang of pity.

This man isn't wrong with himself.

What if he discovers the truth...

But the die is cast, and the arrow has to be released.

The Jiang family's situation is like a vat of stinking water, blacker than ink; the waves aren't big, and it's absolutely useless.

At worst, she could break the deadlock sooner and expose him.

Soon, Xu Manzhi came out after changing into her new clothes.

Don't say it.

Seriously.

Xu Manzhi, who always wore coarse cloth clothes, attracted everyone's attention the moment she stepped out.

She untied her two braids, tied her black hair with a rubber band, and let it fall down her back in curls like waves.

A red shirt tucked into black trousers.

Her long, slender legs were straight and taut.

The girl's bright and beautiful face, with its big eyes, delicate nose, and pink lips, exuded a captivating charm that could shake mountains and rivers; every frown and smile was dazzling.

She came gracefully.

A flash flood erupted.

Even the Jiang family suddenly realized that this was an extraordinary gem.

Gu Meiyun felt a pang of jealousy.

If only this face were on Yueyue's body.

Zhou Xiangqun was merely lustful at first sight.

He only loved Xu Manzhi's appearance.

The difference between "holding the moon" and "holding the moon" lies precisely in this point.

Otherwise, Xu Manzhi wouldn't have had the chance to show off at the Jiang family's house.

Jiang She clenched her fists.

He was the angrier person.

He was also the one who looked down on Xu Manzhi the most.

A slut who makes a living off her looks.

Who would dare to marry a respectable woman?

It's not peaceful to keep it at home.

That blind bastard Zhou Xiangqun, Yueyue's soul is a thousand times more perfect than Xu Manzhi's, something Xu Manzhi could never catch up to even in several lifetimes.

He's blind and incompetent!

"All changed, let's go." Xu Manzhi smiled.

She walked leisurely towards the door.

Across the street from the house.

“Brother Yan, the Jiang family is having a wedding... Could the bride be Jiang Pengyue?” Zou Xiaozhou handed the binoculars to Yan Lin.

Yan Lin's scar twitched.

He peered through the crowd and spotted the most dazzling red figure at a glance.

How did she get so close to Zhou Jialang...?

He felt strangely upset.

A crazy idea flashed through his mind: he had to go and ask her himself.