Summary
After my boyfriend was snatched away by a manipulative little home-wrecker, I stormed over to confront her, fuming with rage. She was in full makeup and pleaded with me not to hit her in the face. Instead, I pressed my hands together in a prayer-like gesture. “Sister, please tell me-what kind of tricks did you use to get that stingy man to buy you bags and clothes? I couldn’t even get a cup of milk tea out of him!” She let out a long sigh of relief and started teaching me how to hook a sucker. Later, I brought a man along to show her my progress. She stammered, “B-brother? You’re… you’re the sucker?”