"What's wrong with you, I feel sick just seeing you. What's wrong with you? Honestly, Dongfang Tingting, with your appearance, I really don't know which old man would keep you as a mistress. You've got no figure, and your looks are just average. Comparing you to my wife, you're not even as good as tofu scraps. Do you think you're a fairy? I don't want to be too harsh, but have some self-awareness. And you, Xu Ruolan, with your pockmarked face, do you really think you're a beauty? You make me want to puke!"
Dong Jianwen really didn't want to argue with them about anything just now. At first, when he was scammed out of six hundred thousand, he truly felt like killing this woman. If Deng Xiaolu hadn't stopped him, Dong Jianwen might have died by now.
At this moment, Dong Jianwen was even more grateful for his two good buddies. Deng Xiaolu saved his life, and Su Xuan helped him live with dignity.
Six hundred thousand now is not a big deal for him!
"You..."
