"Saying that, doesn't your conscience feel the slightest bit guilty?"
Her voice suddenly went cold. She looked down at Feng Chenlu from above and stepped closer to her.
Feng Chenlu wasn't afraid, because ever since she was little, she knew what her cousin's temperament was like—always as gentle as a flower raised in a greenhouse.
"Why would I feel guilty? What I said is the truth!"
As she spoke, she tried to get up, but the next second, Feng Jinglei kicked her hard and sent her back to the floor again!
That kick left Feng Chenlu stunned.
Sitting up with the pain, she glared up at Feng Jinglei towering over her, teeth clenched. "How dare you treat me like this?"
"What, you gonna go tell your mother and have her come deal with me?" Her eyes stayed icy as she looked down at the utterly disheveled Feng Chenlu.
This pampered little princess who'd grown up swaddled in luxury—who would've thought she'd end up like this today. It really was satisfying.
