Wu Zhao walked out of the room, leaving Wang Yuyao gritting her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred.
She could not understand how a favored and talented girl like her could be treated this way.
Even if she did something wrong, couldn't a big family like the Wang family settle it?
Someone in the family clan must have framed her.
It had to be.
And this Wu Zhao, a mere level five armor master, an insignificant figure, dared to treat her like this?
Death.
He must die!
In the room, Wang Yuyao took out a green armor piece, lowered her head, and slowly walked out.
"Ninth Miss." At the door, a middle-aged woman in gray raised her hand, blocking Wang Yuyao.
This woman was sent by the family to guard her.
