The feeling of shame, that is called... social death.
Previously, when Zhong Feng faced social death, Wang Ye had mocked him, never imagining that thirty years can transform the river's east bank into its west.
Now, the person facing social death turned out to be himself.
Liu Na, listening to Wang Ye's complaints and observing his accusing looks toward herself, noticed an expression on his face like that of a resentful woman in a secluded chamber, which brought a smile to her face.
With a quirky charm, she said to Wang Ye, "Why are you complaining to me? Although I didn't tell you my real strength, I didn't hide it from you."
For some reason, seeing Wang Ye, who usually exuded confidence and had his own unique presence, show such an expression because of her, Liu Na felt a wave of triumph inside.
"You haven't hidden..."
Just as Wang Ye was about to speak, he heard a "rumbling" sound coming from the sky.
