"Qiao Yiren, no matter how beautiful you look, your appearance can't mask that hideous and nasty heart of yours! Every single terrible thing you've done is engraved on your face! And you look absolutely gruesome!" After Su Qianxun was done speaking, she turned and stormed off coolly because she no longer wished to waste more time on Qiao Yiren.
Qiao Yiren stared at Su Qianxun's graceful figure as she left. Even though the latter had fallen from grace, she was still as gorgeous as a goddess. Qiao Yiren felt her chest ache with envy, so much so that she was nearly driven mad.
She knew that if she did not get rid of Su Qianxun, that little slut would be a threat to her sooner or later!
Qiao Yiren was so jealous that she felt an immense ache in her chest. She could not help but start coughing. When a Qiao family's servant saw that, he said nervously, "Young mistress, I'll give Young Master Chuxi a call so that he'll come and teach that little sl*t a lesson."
