Shen Xiaoxiao's words were particularly harsh to the cold woman's ears. What an arrogant tone. Who was this Chinese woman? This was the first person who dared to speak to her like this.
Leng Xi (the name of the cold woman) began to look at this woman who spoke in a domineering manner. It didn't matter that she was sizing her up. When she saw the ring on Shen Xiaoxiao's hand... The coldness that she had been feeling all this while instantly turned into an ear-piercing roar and disbelief.
"Where did you get this ring? Where did you get this?"
Her eyes were filled with disbelief, anger, and fear. How could this be? How could this be? The Obsidian Star. This was the Obsidian Star. This was hers. This should have been hers. How could it appear on this woman's hand? Where was Yan Kuan... How could Yan Kuan let such an important ring be casually put on by such a woman?
