Shen Manli's beauty carried a few more traces of mature allure compared to Long Xingkui's face.
Her daughter had just fallen from the fifth floor window, covered in blood, yet Shen Manli could still smile at Lu Xiaoyou.
It was a smile of rivalry.
A smile sensing the intense scent of blood on the battlefield, blood boiling, adrenaline sharply rising, producing a feeling of exhilaration.
Indeed, she was the child of that woman.
Lu Xiaoyou also saw in Shen Manli's gaze the desire to defeat her, the battle intent to pin her down and rub her against the ground!
Shen Manli said nothing more to Lu Xiaoyou, then turned and left.
Beneath the medical building, shards of glass lay scattered, symbolizing the accident that had just occurred here.
"Did you understand what Shen Manli just said to me?" Lu Xiaoyou asked the man behind her:
