Xia Mengrui and Yang Lingyun were alone in the mansion. Xia Mengrui, with fake tears still in her eyes, was keeping up her act. Trying to get all of Yang Lingyun's attention, she cried, "Why does Xia Lihua always treat me like that..."
Yang Lingyun observed Xia Mengrui with a cold gaze, tempted to sneer at her apparent hypocrisy.
Wasn't it Xia Mengrui who had earlier denounced Xia Lihua as evil?
If Xia Lihua was deemed evil, then what category did Xia Mengrui fall into?
She was simply the epitome of b*tch.
As Xia Mengrui kept bothering Yang Lingyun, he shot her a chilling glance that seemed to pierce through to the depths of her soul. His eyes were frigid, like an abyss that threatened to drain the life out of her.
She involuntarily closed her mouth, feeling as if her tongue had gone numb and she lost her ability to speak. The temperature became incredibly cold, making her feel frozen inside.
