The sound of the helicopter grew louder, previously drowned out by the woman's screams but now unmistakable.
Thundering directly overhead, not only An Yan but even the thugs' complexions changed slightly. The two ruffians hurrying their misdeeds hastily finished, pulling up their pants and saying, "Sister Yan, how about we call it a day..."
Shen Li's expression remained serene; she simply looked up as the noise from the helicopter seemed to get even louder.
An Yan's face turned somewhat pale, fear creeping into her heart. But as she glared at Shen Li's beautiful face, hatred and jealousy surged within her, especially since Shen Li's words had hit a nerve—she had indeed spent several years as an illegitimate daughter before being acknowledged. Shen Li had dared to expose her past, a humiliation more stinging than a slap to the face, and she said, "Bring me the knife, I'm going to slash her face."
Once her beautiful face was marred, she'd see how Shen Li would live then.
