"I'm... I'm the other woman?"
The muscular young man's face was already tense, and now it turned a few shades darker.
The muscles on his arms seemed to deflate suddenly, his body shaking slightly as he leaned back.
"No, it's impossible, she said, she was divorced, she divorced..."
The muscular young man, instantly as if possessed, had a complex mix of emotions on his face.
Seeing him like this, Ning An could only kindly remind:
"Don't get too worked up. Maybe you're not the other woman; you could be the third or fourth."
Hearing these words, the viewers in the livestream burst out laughing.
"Haha, isn't being the other woman bad enough? What's with the third and fourth?"
"Hahaha, rich women's minds are unpredictable. Guess wrong, and you'll lose."
"Now it's over. If he didn't know, maybe the rich woman would still play with him. But now that he's exposed her face, he's blocked his own path to riches!"
"..."
