"I won't hit you anymore; hitting you even hurts my hand. Just slap yourself, and I won't be angry anymore," Wu Youyan lifted her chin, as proud as a peacock.
In the world of noble circles, Wen Zhi had seen plenty of conflicts. Heiresses like Wu Youyan, who were arrogant and domineering, weren't uncommon. After all, having power was often more useful than wealth, and the higher one's position, the fewer dared to offend them.
Wen Zhi remained calm from beginning to end, responding with composure, and didn't forget to kindly remind the other party, "Miss Wu, instead of picking on me, why don't you go somewhere to change your clothes first? Doesn't the smell of blood bother you?"
As soon as the reminder came out, Wu Youyan immediately knitted her brow, and then looked down at her dress.
She almost forgot she needed to change her dress, this damn Tuesday, the damn bird, the damn blood...
