Duanmu Ying shouted for a long time until her throat hurt, but no one cared about her. On the other hand, the surrounding people pointed at her, making her feel very embarrassed. In the end, she had no choice but to leave and return to her previous unrenovated residence. She had long cursed Xue Fanxin a thousand times in her heart.
Xue Fanxin was clearly targeting her.
But what could she do?
Now that the Duanmu family had lost the backing of the Nine Nether Holy Land, there were internal and external troubles. If she provoked Xue Fanxin again, she would really die.
Hence, no matter how much she hated her, she could only bear with it.
Just as Duanmu Ying was angry, hateful, and helpless, a voice suddenly sounded. "Do you want to vent your anger?"
Duanmu Ying looked up and realized that it was Feng Xianyao. She was very shocked. "Why is it you?"
"So what if it's me? Let me ask you, do you want to vent your anger?"
