Jiang Luohan let out a piercing scream, her voice full of bitterness and accusation:
"How could you treat me like this?
I'm your fiancée, yet you went behind my back and fooled around with these two shameless sluts here.
You're despicable, you're a lowlife."
"Fiancée?"
Zhang Yu, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally spoke in a calm voice.
"Jiang Luohan, have you lost your memory?"
Zhang Yu looked at her as if she were a buffoon putting on a show:
"Wasn't our engagement already called off?
More precisely, you tore it up with your own hands.
What gives you the nerve to call yourself my 'fiancée' now?"
"I..."
Jiang Luohan was momentarily speechless, but then she grew even more agitated, blurting out her twisted worldview:
"I broke off our engagement because circumstances forced me to! I had no choice. You should understand and forgive me. How can you sink so low, fooling around with these two sluts?"
Her words made Xiao Meier's willow brows shoot up, and even a layer of frost appeared on Xiao Fenghua's cool face.
"Heh."
Xiao Meier laughed in sheer anger, looking at Jiang Luohan as if she were some incomprehensible filth:
"You did it, and now you expect someone else to build you a shrine for it?
Zhang Yu cut ties with you ages ago. He could find a hundred women and it wouldn't have a thing to do with you!"
Jiang Luohan's face flushed red with anger. She pointed at Xiao Meier, then at Xiao Fenghua by the cell door, cursing without restraint:
"You two shameless sluts! How dare you seduce a prisoner? You're utterly shameless.
Look at your slutty faces. You must've come from some brothel."
"Smack!"
A crisp slap struck Jiang Luohan hard across the face, cutting off her