Hearing this, Pan Mingyue turned to the window stiffly.
She suddenly thought of something, and her eyes became cold and listless.
Madam Feng frowned on the other end of the phone. "Why aren't you speaking?"
Pan Mingyue murmured, "Unworthy indeed."
After speaking, she hung up without waiting for Madam Feng's reply.
The phone slipped from her hand and she dropped her head feebly, her eyes looking very empty.
…
Madam Feng hung up.
Frowning, she turned over Pan Mingyue's last words in her mind and threw the phone onto the table. "At least she's self-aware."
Li Shuangning was sitting on the sofa opposite her.
Upon hearing this, she paused slightly with the teacup and turned to her with her wavy hair slipping over her shoulders. "Feng Ci…"
