"This bastard..." Fu Shengnan's face was the color of iron as she stared at Ning Cheng's room. She hadn't expected such a lowly Xuan liquid ant to dare be so arrogant.
It wasn't her first time encountering someone trying to swindle spiritual stones from Fu Xiaomei, and such people always ended up miserably at her hands. But today, she had met someone who didn't fall for her usual tactics.
Fortunately, she still had some rationality left. Coming here to trigger the restrictions to force Ning Cheng out would be plausible, but if she dared to break Ning Cheng's room restrictions, that would no longer be a simple matter. The backing of Puzhen Provisions wasn't small and wasn't within the control of her Fu Ling Villa.
"Shengnan, let's go. This person's spine seems very tough; he's probably not the type to rely on Xiaomei for mixing stones," the woman named Han Rui persuaded from the side.
