Consider reconciling?
How shameless can Lin Guimei be?
How could she have the nerve to say such a thing?
Zhao Cuinong was furious.
She had never imagined that Lin Guimei would dare to call and provoke her.
People like her should be cast into the eighteenth layer of hell.
Never to be reincarnated.
Zhao Cuinong struggled to calm herself down, "Kowtow? When you're dead, on the seventh night after, my sister and I will consider giving you one, after all, the dead deserve respect!"
With someone as disgusting as Lin Guimei, it was only a matter of time before she'd bring about her own ruin.
Upon hearing this, Lin Guimei laughed instead of getting angry, "Zhao Cuinong, after all this time you still refuse to concede, don't you know that a wise man submits to fate?"
Public opinion is like a snowball.
It keeps getting bigger.
Under the influence of the victim's innocence.
Now, no matter what declarations Beauty Chant makes, nobody will believe them.
She had already won.
