So that's how it is. Yue Jinghua pinched the White Armor on her body, recalling the past few encounters with Zong Shaoqing, touched and looked already; the throw last time apparently wasn't harsh enough.
In her mind, those always undisturbed purple eyes flickered past; hmph, what a pity for such a pair of beautiful eyes.
Yue Jinghua, seething with irritation, was determined that next time she encountered Zong Shaoqing, she would definitely make him pay.
With her emotions turning upside down, Yue Jinghua managed to pull a difficult smile. Fortunately, her mental strength was solid. After taking a few deep breaths, her lips parted into a brilliant smile.
