"Meilin!"
Liao Hong was furious when she heard Fan Meilin bring up her mother; he knew better than others that she hated being called the puppet of her mother and yet —
Fan Meilin curled his lips in a sneer. He said to her, "This will be my last warning to you, Madam Liao. You better stay away from my wife; she and I are doing much better, as you can already see; she didn't even cause any trouble when you tried to provoke her just now."
"Isn't it because she doesn't remember what happened between me and you?" She pulled out a cigar and brought it to her lips. "Once I subtly remind her of the past, do you think that she will stay quiet like this? I don't think any woman will be able to accept a mer whose virtue has been lost. Not once but more than once."
"Don't you dare—"
"Scared?" Liao Hong lit up the cigar and blew the smoke on Fan Meilin's face before smirking, "That this pretty little world of yours will be destroyed the second I open my mouth."