Su Xingyu angled her body slightly, effortlessly dodging the empty bottle.
She looked at the disheveled Su Xingqi, as if she were staring at a pile of filthy garbage: "I really regret coming to see you today."
Faced with her pitying gaze, Su Xingqi appeared manic, yelling desperately, hurling the world's most venomous curses at her: "Su Xingyu, you bitch! You won't die well! Who asked you to come see me, who wants your pretense! Get out! Get out! You disgusting woman!"
Su Xingyu listened calmly to her insults, not getting angry, even a hint of a mocking smile appeared on her lips: "Who's really the lowly one? You're pitiful."
