Zhou Siyu couldn't understand Zhao Xinlan's thoughts. If she stayed, that would mean competing with Zhao Xinlan for the same husband. Did Zhao Xinlan not feel jealous at all?
Zhao Xinlan sneered, "Siyu, don't you understand our situation yet? In my heart, Xiaolong has never been a husband; he's a liar, a human trafficker. Do you think I'd have any feelings for him? If it wasn't for relying on him to live, I'd have thoughts of killing him. Besides, Xiaolong doesn't have just the two of us. He has several other wives. If we don't stick together and support each other, we'll be bullied to death."
Now, they were grasshoppers on the same rope.
Zhou Siyu was convinced by Zhao Xinlan. Zhao Xinlan was right; Xiaolong was a human trafficker. It seemed that Zhao Xinlan understood life more clearly.
"Fine, in the future, we'll raise the children together and match wits with them."
