Wen Nian, unaffected by Huang Yue's hateful gaze, felt that the situation lacked excitement. The corners of her lips curled up slightly as she smiled and spoke slowly, "People will say that you deserve it. You're the only one in the class group chat who fell victim to a gold digger. Have you ever considered checking your own status? If you truly had a wealthy second-generation heir with a respectable family background, can you be certain they would choose you?"
"Consider this a friendly reminder," Wen Nian said. "Take a look at the marks left on your face from the blisters. If you're considering plastic surgery, it's best to do it sooner rather than later. Well, I should go get some beauty sleep now."
After uttering those words, Wen Nian abruptly ended the call, not giving Huang Yue a chance to counterattack!
