Shi Yiqing was falling apart, tears dropping down her face.
The palm she had placed below the table was now digging into her flesh.
In her heart, she had whipped Shi Yaoguang's corpse thousands of times, and at the same time, she harbored numerous grievances against Quan Sicheng, who had turned her into a laughingstock.
Last night, she had gone to Quan Sicheng in tears.
She complained, simply hoping that Quan Sicheng would help her.
Who would have known that Quan Sicheng would unexpectedly make such a move?
Because of him, she had become the target of public criticism.
Now, she had become a complete joke.
Ordinarily, she was very measured in her interactions with others.
Therefore, aside from some expert slut-shamers, there weren't many who disliked her.
Now, because of a single word from Quan Sicheng, her preparations had been ruined.
Quan Sicheng had no idea that Shi Yiqing was blaming him in her heart.
He was still wondering, what was going on with Shi Yaoguang.
