Appearing extremely distraught and infuriated, Xia Ruya retorted with trembling lips. "Wen Xinya, don't you go overboard. You've already ruined my coming-of-age ceremony. Yet, you're still continuing to insult me. Is there really a point?"
Wen Xinya chuckled and said with lips like a flower bud, "Miss Xia, you won't face death if you're not hypocritical. You only have yourself to blame for the plight that you're in today. Don't push the responsibility to me."
Xia Ruya was momentarily speechless. She stared at Wen Xinya with a bright flare in her eyes that burned hot enough to destroy her.
