Shu Fu's eyes revealed an indescribable sense of shame and anger, as she yelled at Sheng Qianxia, "Sheng Qianxia, you stop right there—"
Then, clutching her skirt, she chased after her!
The current Sheng Qianxia was no longer the darling of the heavens, doted upon in the palm of Ling Muye's hand; her fairytale romance had long since melted away. What right did she have to still look down on her?!
It should be she, Shu Fu, who looks down on her!
It should be she, Sheng Qianxia, bowing down to her, not mocking her life with such haughty disdain!
Ling Muye's cold rejection in the past and Sheng Qianxia's stunning performance today both made Shu Fu feel utterly humiliated.
Unable to bear losing face, Shu Fu angrily decided to slap Sheng Qianxia in a fit of humiliation and rage.
But who knew, Sheng Qianxia quickly reacted, neatly catching her wrist!
Sheng Qianxia, who seemed frail, now held Shu Fu's wrist so she couldn't move it.
