"Have you heard a saying?"
The young man glanced at Bai Su's foot on Ying Man's neck, then withdrew his gaze, asking leisurely.
Ying Man couldn't kneel down, so she could only straighten her back and meet those fox-like, ink-black eyes, in a moment of daze, blurting out, "What?"
Rong Zhi curled her lips slowly, her voice indifferent, "Self-inflicted ruin, can't live."
Each word hit Ying Man's head and heart, just six characters, yet they felt like heavy hammers weighing a thousand pounds, making her whole body tense and bewildered.
Rong Zhi couldn't be bothered with her, patted the man's shoulder, signaling he could leave, and turned away from the courtroom without hesitation.
Bai Su lowered his foot, glanced down disdainfully, muttering, "Dirty."
No problem, just the right time to buy a new pair, matching ones with Ziazie.
Struck dumbfounded by the youth and ridiculed by Bai Su, Ying Man couldn't take the humiliation anymore, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
