Wen Rou's face turned an unattractive purplish-red shade upon hearing Shen Lan's words.
She had already swallowed her pride and demeaned herself to such an extent, only to be accused by Shen Lan. Did she, Wen Rou, suffer from a persecution complex?
Wen Rou could no longer hold back her rage and wanted to lash out.
However, upon seeing Shen Lan's arrogant and triumphant expression, Wen Rou decided to suppress her boiling anger. "What persecution complex? What are you talking about, Shen Lan? I have never done anything to harm you. I came to you, in good faith, to propose a cooperation. Yet you undermined me and blamed me. Shen Lan, if anyone here should be accused of anything, it should be you!"
With a cold and ruthless glint in her eyes, Wen Rou sharply countered Shen Lan.
Yet Shen Lan only laughed. "From the moment we first met, you were always scheming against me. All your crying and pleading, isn't it evidence enough of your illness?"
