Gong Xue'er saw Xia Yangyang's determined expression.
Her heart felt as if it were being scratched by a cat.
She genuinely wished she could rush over and tear Xia Yangyang's mouth apart.
Although she understood very well what Xia Yangyang had said.
Over the years, she had already tried countless ways.
Whether it was playing the victim, appealing to familial ties, admitting fault, or even kneeling to beg him.
But Lu Haotian had never softened his heart.
The way he looked at her always had a cold disdain, as if he were staring at a fly he wanted to completely rid himself of.
This was what Gong Xue'er hated the most.
But the more Lu Haotian despised her, the more she wanted to conquer him.
She had sworn that one day she would make everyone who looked down on her kneel at her feet.
Why were they naturally born noble?
Why did Lu Haotian call her a beggar the moment he saw her?
