Yan Qingsi's tone was full of ridicule and jest— as if she was making a joke.
Even so, it sent shivers down Yue Pengcheng's spine. The pain in his knees reminded him that Yan Qingsi was a terrifying woman. He wanted to stand up but Yan Qingsi's menacingly strong hand was still pressing on his shoulder, not moving an inch.
Pieces of shattered glass penetrated his skin. Blood oozed onto the floor. The pain gradually crept up from his knees to his entire body. How could Yue Pengcheng not believe Yan Qingsi's words now?
No wonder even women like Su Ningmei could change— with this crazy lady by her side, how could she not change?
Yue Tingfeng took Yan Qingsi's hand. Frowning, he wiped her hand on his clothes and led her toward Mrs. Yue.
"Ma, let's go."
