Shen Xinyi, who was crying her eyes out, heard Yu Luoluo’s firm and arrogant reply. The expression on her face was even more colorful than when she was being stared at by Cai Kun.
Yu Luoluo, you’re about to die, yet you still don’t forget to humiliate me, right?
Your tears are very expensive. Lowly people don’t deserve to see them. So, my tears are very cheap, and can only be seen by lowly people, right?
Hearing Yu Luoluo’s domineering answer, Cai Kun chuckled, “Lowly people? Young Lady, your tone is really big. So, in your eyes, what kind of person is a noble person? What kind of person is worthy of seeing your tears? Cheng Chen?”
Hearing Cheng Chen’s name from Cai Kun’s mouth was not something worth being happy about for Yu Luoluo.
