Anybody knew that they had to restrain themselves to avoid embarrassing situations.
However, Sun Fengzi clearly was someone who did not take this into consideration. When she noticed Duan Yarong's angry look, a hint of glee inexplicably appeared in her eyes. As such, she grew increasingly abusive with her words, "So what?! I am cursing her! What could you guys do to me? Zhao Youlin is a wench, and I won't even consider her to be my maid. She's nowhere close to being worthy. It's her fortune that someone actually shows interest in her. Otherwise, someone like her deserves to be left unwanted and stay alone for the rest of her life until she dies!"
"Sun Fengzi!" Duan Yarong was hugged tightly in Zhao Shunrong's arms. She was struggling to lunge at Sun Fengzi.
Zhao Shunrong comforted Duan Yarong. At the same time, he looked at Sun Fengzi with a gloomy face. If eyes could kill, Sun Fengzi would have died many times.
