Su Ningyan could tell from her expression that she had no idea.
She finished washing her hands, dried them, then looked at Su Jingyu and gently said, "The bite marks on his shoulders, I made them!"
She deliberately emphasized the last few words.
She admitted her wickedness, seeing Su Jingyu's face turn even more unpleasant instantly brought her a strange kind of pleasure.
She couldn't be generous towards a woman coveting her man.
"Su Ningyan, don't you feel triumphant!"
"Su Jingyu, there's nothing for me to be triumphant about. It was your idea that I enter the Zhuo family in your stead. I never intended to steal anything from you. Zhuo Junyue is not an object, he is a person."
Su Jingyu scoffed, "He was supposed to be mine. You're shameless, Su Ningyan. Zhuo Junyue crippled our father's legs for you. Don't forget, you have Su family's blood in you too. Don't you feel the slightest remorse?"
Mentioning Su Guohua, Su Ningyan lowered her head, lightly pursing her lips.
