Luo Fu looked at Tang Ying's increasingly twisted face, and a chill ran down his spine.
The more twisted the mind, the more twisted the face. Can a woman with a mind this twisted be a wife?
How terrifying!
Her jealousy is too strong, why should she be so jealous of others' good lives?
Luo Fu's expression grew more complex: "Tang Ying, maybe, they work hard enough?"
"Do you think I don't work hard? I've been studying diligently since first grade, so why couldn't I skip grades? I worked hard too, so why can't Brother Jing Peng dote on me like Brother Jing Xuan dotes on Tang Huai? How am I inferior to Tang Huai? Why? Why do I have to live such a miserable life?"
"Tang Ying, you get to be the daughter-in-law of the village head, are you still miserable?"
