The night was deep, within the rental room.
The girl's roaring voice, like thousands of sharp blades, hurtled toward Yang Shan, and Xue Yuan, who was beside her, never expected a girl who hadn't left school to speak so fiercely, even more, to be so eloquently argumentative.
In just a few words, she managed to infuriate Yang Shan, making her so angry that her forehead was swollen with blood and she wished she could strangle the girl with her bare hands.
Yang Shan, after all, was someone who had been through her share of family struggles. She had managed to drive Song Rong away and take her place, with means at her disposal and the mental fortitude to sit in the seat of Mrs. Jiang, despite everyone's contempt.
Yet here was a woman of such means and mental strength, brought to a standstill by a girl just out of school.
