After days of running around for her husband's sake, she looked utterly exhausted, her figure thin, her complexion pale. When she spoke to Shen Shuci, a fierce expression even emerged.
Shen Shuci merely gave a cold laugh.
"You wretched girl, how dare you laugh? Because of you, my husband lost his job, and he might even end up in jail. How can you still have the face to laugh?"
"To be honest, over the years, I've seen some shameless people, but I've really never encountered anyone as completely disgraceful as you and your husband," Shen Shuci said, raising her hand to wipe off her shoulder where she had just been jabbed.
"In the past, I did feel somewhat sorry for you, being married to someone like Fa Shoucheng, but now it seems..."
"Two of a kind, perfectly matched."
Shen Shuci's disdainful arrogance thoroughly infuriated her.
"You dead girl, you..." Peng Yan raised her arm, about to strike her.
