Li Youxi looked at the pile of photos in front of her and viciously cut them to shreds with a pair of scissors.
"Su Liuying, don't be too smug too soon, who has the last laugh is still unknown!"
The humiliation she suffered at the banquet must be avenged. Quan Tianyou's words had already made her the laughingstock of high society. Since she returned from Liu Hengyuan's apartment, she had hidden at home for the past few days, fearing to hear the whispers of others.
"Knock-knock-knock—"
The door to her room was knocked, and Zhao Qian pushed the door open and came in directly. Li Youxi frantically tried to hide the photograph fragments on the table, but it was too late; Zhao Qian walked up to her, picked up a piece of photo, and could still clearly make out Su Liuying's face.
"Youxi, just tell the truth to mom, I already know it all!"
