It was a false alarm now. It was like thunder but no rain. Not to mention Su Wen's life, none of the others died.
"Damn it! Why is the eldest son of the Zhou family here at this time?" Song Zishan gritted her teeth and endured it. After saying that, she sighed and laughed self-deprecatingly. "Forget it. Since Zhou Hengyang is here, I won't have a chance. I'll just forget about it."
Even if she couldn't do it this time, there would be another chance. She could wait. There would always be a chance. It was good that Su Wen did not die this time. She could step on her and let her, the so-called talented woman, see what a truly gifted woman was.
After deciding to write her book, she heard from her friends that Su Wen had been nominated for the Hundred Flowers Literature Prize this year. The news hadn't been spread out yet. She had internal information.
Now, she wanted to snatch Su Wen's Hundred Flowers Literature Prize.
