"Wang Suoer, do you need a reminder from Second Sister about how you bragged to me the day after you climbed into the Young Master's bed? Almost sat in his lap right in front of me, didn't you?"
"I..."
Upon hearing the woman's words, Wang Suoer's face turned pale.
Back then, she thought that by clinging to Lu Tianfeng, she became the most noble woman on the entire Illusion Continent, which made her lose herself in a moment of triumph.
But now she realized she was wrong; she shouldn't have turned against Second Sister. No matter how much she looked down on her, she should have kept it to herself and not said it out loud.
"With someone like you, you want me to plead with the Young Master for you?"
The woman's gaze towards Wang Suoer grew increasingly contemptuous and disdainful. She flung Wang Suoer's hand away from her dress and slapped her hard.
