Some say that an angry beauty is still beautiful. Shen Wang agreed with this at the moment.
The woman before him had a face like a lotus flower, skin fairer than snow, glowing and flawless, with a delicate oval face featuring a pair of sparkling eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a perfect combination of a high-bridged nose. Despite being puffed up with anger, she radiated a kind of gentle beauty instead of hostility.
Shen Wang noticed the silver belt around her waist and immediately recognized the figure he had seen earlier. Surprised, he asked, "You're Zheng Yunshu, right? Do you need something from me?"
"Are you the one who caused my brother's injury and worsened his condition?"
Zheng Yunshu, rather than appearing ethereal, opened with a hostile question.
"What do you mean? Did Elder Zheng Bingzhong's health deteriorate?"
Shen Wang was astonished, frowning slightly. "What's it got to do with me?"
"Did you take the array assessment with my brother today?"
