Even if the beautiful woman was angry, she would still look good. Her eyes were stained with a crimson color. Because of her anger, her eyes were burning.
"Rourou!"
Song Yaoyao's soft voice made Tang Xinrou stop in her tracks.
She was dissatisfied. "Why did you stop me? I won't let her go. This kind of snake-like woman is dead!"
"Don't worry."
Song Yaoyao was in a good mood. She smiled and rubbed the red mole on her wrist with her small hands.
"Compared to scolding her now and making her feel no pain, don't you think it's better to let a person fall from heaven to hell?"
Tang Xinrou was stunned, then she understood.
She sized up Song Yaoyao. Light gently fell on the corner of her eyes and brows, her red lips curled up slightly, and there was a faint smile on her face.
Just sitting there was a peaceful scene.
"How could I have forgotten?" Tang Xinrou muttered to herself. She then broke into a gloating smile.
