When Dongfang Jiao heard that Beiting Huang was banished by the Beiting Family as a piece of trash, he was enraged. It was already very impressive that he did not harbor hatred and take revenge. Beiting Huang actually asked someone from iron blood to protect them? Was there something wrong with her head?
"Little Ninth, why? Why should you protect these people? Don't you remember that they all called you trash?" Dongfang Jiao was instantly furious. He thought that Beiting Huang was under pressure from Beiting Lin. He felt injustice for Beiting Huang and felt sorry for her.
"Trash?" Beiting Huang's sharp eyes slowly swept across the people of the four great clans. The corners of her lips twitched slightly. Just now, she had heard them call her "trash" with her own ears. Her eyes were calm, but they carried a powerful pressure. Everyone's backs were covered in a layer of cold sweat.
