A plucked phoenix is inferior to a chicken.
Today's humiliation suffered by Lu Sirong was enough to reduce all the pride she had built up over the past 22 years to nothing.
The hatred in her heart led her to make choices regardless of the cost, so long as she could take revenge on Jiang Che and Cao Jiangxin, even if it meant bowing her head to Lu Fengxuan, whom she hated the most.
Only by borrowing the power of Lu Fengxuan could she deter Jiang Che and his mother, Yu Wanzhi.
When Lu Fengxuan arrived, it was already two hours later.
She didn't expect Lu Sirong to still be patiently waiting for her and was surprised, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Sister," Lu Sirong said with an immediate smile upon seeing her, "It's been a few days since we met, and sister's presence is more imposing than ever, even bringing bodyguards with you on outings. This must be arranged by Grandfather Yu out of concern for you, right?"
