"You're no savior, and I don't need your help, so please drop the holier-than-thou act. Besides, do you think you can even defeat a single finger of Yu Chiyin?"
Having harshly stabbed Jiang Che with her words, Lu Fengxuan unilaterally hung up the call.
Listening to his presumptuous nonsense any longer would have probably made her sick to her stomach.
On his end, Jiang Che felt a pang of pain in his heart from her words; his face twisted with anger, and he couldn't help but hurl his phone away, shattering it into pieces.
"Brother Jiang Che, now you believe me, right?"
The recent call had been on speaker, and Lu Sirong had been sitting right beside Jiang Che. She had heard every word clearly.
Narrowing her eyes, she said, "It seems like Sister has started to trust us less. Last time, she kicked me out of Tan Garden to protect that wild brat. That's when I realized something was off."
