Her hands clenched into fists. She hated him to her bones. But not as much as she hated Li Na.
Li Jing stormed down the street, her fists clenched so tightly her nails dug into her palms. The thought of returning to that miserable shelter made her stomach turn. She hated everything about it—the peeling walls, the stale air, the constant bickering of women who had given up on life. And worst of all, Zhang Mei.
"Ugh," she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Just thinking about that woman soured her mood. Zhang Mei was nothing more than a liability now.
"If I have to take care of that old hag one more time, I'm throwing myself into the river."
Just as she was mentally drafting her plan, a loud honk jolted her out of her thoughts. She snapped her head up, to see a sleek, black luxury car slowed beside her.
