"That's right, Jun Mohuang. If you kowtow to me a few times now, you might die less painfully."
Feng Yunying also came over, her beautiful face full of pride.
"Jun Mohuang, you must be very sad now that your backing is gone. Forget it, I won't rub salt in your wounds."
Even Su Zhiyu, who had always been a noble and gentle goddess in front of everyone, walked up to her with mockery in her beautiful eyes.
Even the people from the other families looked at Jun Mohuang sarcastically.
What backing? Was he talking about Di Lingtian?
It seemed that not letting him appear today was the right choice.
Furthermore, she had never treated him as her backing.
In this world, only she was the most reliable. Men were nothing.
Jun Mohuang smiled at the two of them and ignored them.
But it would be a pity if she did not give it back to Su Zhiyu.
