Ling Danxiao felt empty inside, grasping her sleeve: "You can't leave."
He turned to Song Jinwen and shouted sternly: "Song Jinwen, as if your background is so noble, if you trace back three generations, your ancestors wouldn't be better than a prostitute. Who are you showing off to now? Don't you know how disgusting your facade is? If you don't apologize to her now, fine, from now on I won't know you."
Someone in the crowd clapped and cheered: "That's right, acting all superior as if you're better than everyone else, what's so great? Always acting high and mighty, if you're so amazing, why don't you ascend to the heavens?"
The speaker was Yan Xing, and nothing made her happier than seeing Song Jinwen fail. Yan Hua glared at her: "Speak less."
Song Jinwen didn't expect Ling Danxiao to shout at her like this for another woman, even threatening her. Her heart ached inexplicably, glaring viciously at Xiao Zisu, "vixen, wait for me."
