"Don't be impulsive, put down the hairpin first," Lin Shuang advised.
But Song Jianjia gripped the jade hairpin even tighter.
The sharp tip of the jade hairpin had already pierced her neck, and a drop of blood slowly flowed down her neck.
"Everything that happened with you, I'll just consider it as being taken by a dog. I don't want to see you now," Song Jianjia said angrily.
Upon hearing this, Lin Shuang's gaze sharpened.
"So be it, if a bitch doesn't recognize her master, I have nothing to say." He sighed and turned to leave.
As he left, Lin Shuang didn't forget to remind her, "The reason I stopped you is because I don't want you to die. I will eventually step onto the Yan Family's doorstep and level it. When I come to destroy the Yan Family, I hope you can leave this manor. I don't want to hurt you."
The feud between Lin Shuang and the Yan Family wasn't over yet.
