"Interesting, truly interesting," Song Huaxu laughed loudly.
Yan Wanqing squinted, staring at him with a gaze so lethal it could have slain him on the spot.
"The Yan Family has always prided itself on being above others, disdaining the use of power to oppress others, but look at you now, Yan Wanqing, how are you any different from those you once looked down upon?" Song Huaxu's eyes shone with pride, seemingly pleased that Yan Wanqing was no longer pristine and had become vulgar.
However, none of this mattered to Yan Wanqing.
"So?" she chuckled lightly, "As long as I can protect my family, what does it matter if I completely change? Song Huaxu, in what capacity are you standing here lecturing me?"
"Being older doesn't automatically give you the right to lecture someone, I hope you understand that soon."
"And another thing..."
Yan Wanqing paused, then slowly beckoned with a wave of her hand, clenching her fist in front of Song Huaxu.
