The entire corridor echoed with the howls of Lu Sirong, brimming with hatred and thick with unwillingness.
This time, Lu Fengxuan did not move away, she just stood there, watching as Lu Sirong charged towards her, and also noticing her steps becoming increasingly staggering and weak.
Just three meters away from her, Lu Sirong, clutching her stomach, collapsed onto the ground.
Her face was as pale as paper as she looked up at Lu Fengxuan, tears streaming down, "Lu Fengxuan... my downfall today is all your doing, you harm-bringing wretch, what right do you have to preach to me?"
"If it weren't for you, I would still be the pampered and privileged young miss of the Lu Family, high above, enjoying luxuries; without you, my dowry wouldn't have been taken away, I could have happily married Brother Jiang Che, becoming the lady of the Jiang Family..."
