She was truly fed up with this crowd.
When they need you, they act all charitable, wanting you to beg at their feet; when they don't need you, they kick you aside and couldn't care less if you vanished far away.
Rong Zhi pressed the golden pearl and closed her eyes to calm her internal frustration.
She had long seen through these people's true colors, nothing to be angry about, save herself from damaging her health with fury.
Rong Xian'an suddenly froze.
A very polite and distant "Mr. Rong" struck him, causing a complex feeling to rise suddenly in his heart.
He suddenly remembered, Rong Zhi was also his flesh and blood.
It wasn't her fault she was taken away back then…
Yet when Rong Xian'an met Rong Zhi's slowly opening eyes, his throat seemed blocked, unable to retort.
