"Qian Ran wasn't bullying me," Tang Wutong snapped.
Hearing Huo Yuhao's voice made her impatient. She was utterly sick of him.
"Then why are you crying?" Huo Yuhao was bewildered. Was he just a punching bag? Why did Tang Wutong lash out at him every time she got angry?
"Because of you, of course. You're infuriating. You useless waste, my father must have been blind to choose you," Tang Wutong snapped. If it hadn't been for Huo Yuhao, how would Wang Dong'er have gotten the chance to look down on her?
She was Tang San's daughter. Even in the Divine Realm, no one would treat her like that.
She had never felt as stifled in her entire life as she had just now.
Although Wang Dong'er hadn't said anything particularly offensive to her outright, anyone could hear the smugness in her voice. Wang Dong'er had already mastered that passive-aggressive tone.
It was rather like the imperial consorts in Empresses in the Palace trading barbs when they met, without letting a single crude word slip.
Tang Wutong felt that Wang Dong'er had gotten the upper hand over her, and she absolutely could not tolerate it.
In her mind, Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er were merely parts of her, Tang Wutong, while she was the real Tang Wutong. She was the rightful one. How could she let Wang Dong'er bully her?
Yet just now, Wang Dong'er's words had left her unable to muster any temper at all.
It was all Huo Yuhao's fault, leaving her unable to hold her head up when she spoke to Wang Dong'er.
If Huo Yuhao had been a little more capable, would she have lacked so much confidence when speaking to Wang Dong'er?
Wang Dong'er felt that if she married Huo Yuhao, she would never be able