Wang Zhaodi carried the shoulder pole.
It was full of cow dung, giving off an intoxicating scent.
So stinky!!
Lin Tang had thought that upon seeing Wang Zhaodi again, she would explode in fury, wish to kill her, and interrogate her…
She had imagined countless possibilities, but the only one she hadn't considered was calm.
Yes, calm.
The stillness of her heart was without a single ripple…
Hate is an emotion as heavy as a thousand catties, and some people simply aren't worth it.
Wang Zhaodi accidentally killed herself, and because of that misfortune, she had the luck to see a different world.
She wouldn't kill Wang Zhaodi, because she didn't want to dirty her hands.
However, if Wang Zhaodi dared to stretch out her claws again, she wouldn't be stingy with her retaliation.
Lin Tang had seriously underestimated Wang Zhaodi's thick-skinned nature.
Some people will never look for problems within themselves.
