The families suddenly disliked it, and one woman wearing a navy coat rolled up her sleeves, ready to slap someone. She was pulled back by the person beside her, "Xing Fang, don't stir up trouble; it could ruin your husband."
Xing Fang snorted coldly, "Humph! They got off easy."
When Sheng Ning finished bathing quickly and came out, she saw exactly this scene. She stood at the door, her long, luscious black hair dripping wet on her shoulders. Her fair, tender skin was like a dominant peony or a summer lotus, a simple presence that was breathtakingly beautiful.
The noisy crowd stopped instantly.
Xing Fang put her hands on her hips and laughed, "This young girl is simply prettier than you; your jealousy is futile. Everyone, am I right?"
"Xing Fang, speak less, don't cause trouble for Captain Li." The person beside her tugged at her sleeve, which she pretended not to see.
