This Xu Qianqian sure felt good about herself!
"I can abandon and trample you, but you still have to be infatuated with me, as always. When you, Shen Lang, are of no use to me, I'll throw you out. When you are of use, you shall come into my home and be a slave for me."
Shen Lang didn't say anything. He turned around and walked away from her.
Xu Qianqian said, "Shen Lang, even if you know the art of dyeing colors, it won't change anything. You're still the same person as you were in the past. Please don't think that you're competent just because you've won against our family's dye artist! We have dozens of them who don't have a name for themselves."
This was the truth. These dye artists were merely lowly servants. Skills are considered primary productive forces and aren't uncommon in this world.
