The white, spacious rooms were filled with fury after Xia Sha imprinted her handprint on the young woman's left cheek. Xia Sha could see anger poured through her whole trembling body. She clenched her hand so tight that her knuckles almost went white.
Xia Sha remains calm. She once again sat on her seat across the young woman. She looked so composed and excluding elegance in her every move.
The young woman turned her head slowly as rage roared through her mind. Xia Sha's composure had driven her brain crazy. She breathes loudly. Every vein in her neck popped out when she inhales.
She could not accept her fate.
Why is the world so unfair?
Why Xia Sha remain seated on her mighty seat after the awful thing she has done to her?
What exactly she had done that heaven favors her so much?!
She gritted her teeth and called her name in frustration.
