Jiang Muwan came prepared on this day, and it's not an exaggeration to say so.
And this preparation involved some means.
A shameless mistress like Yang Shan, who has no sense of shame, deserves to die a hundred times.
If she had some self-awareness and was content to keep to her own little corner, it would have been fine. But she wasn't willing, and not only that, she repeatedly crossed Jiang Muwan's bottom line.
Even without indulging her, it's already like this. If she were indulged, wouldn't she be completely out of control, defecating and urinating on her head?
The October sky brought a heavy rain, and thin clothes were no longer wearable; those who feared the cold were already donning sweaters.
The weather was slightly chilly, with a cold wind whistling and cold rain falling.
Jiang Muwan reached out to turn off the faucet, lifted the bucket from the kitchen sink, it was half full, which was still within her capacity.
