Facing the intentional difficulties posed by Song Ning, the Angel Envoy found himself without a strategy.
The whole Sect knew how much Song Huaxu valued this Song Ning, even Shen Shuyun could be beaten and scolded at her whim, let alone him, an insignificant figure.
Apart from enduring, he had no other choice.
Seeing that the Angel Envoy remained silent, Song Ning sneered coldly, "What a complete loser, you are nothing compared to Huai Yu—one's in heaven, the other's in hell."
Her words were light, but unfortunately, there were only a few of them in the corridor now.
The speaker may be unintentional, but the listener reads into it.
Yan Hongzhao's brows slightly furrowed beneath her mask.
When had this Song Ning ever met the Young Marquis?
According to what the Angel Envoy just mentioned, this lady was frail and chronically ill, and had never descended the mountain.
Why then, did her words give off the illusion that she had met the Young Marquis?
