"I have never seen you or your sister speak such misleading words in public, it would give me a headache, please be mindful of your language in the future," Shen Li said indifferently, then turned and walked away, continuing towards the deeper part of the garden.
Guo Ling was still kneeling on the ground, her hands covering her neck, which was in extreme pain. For a moment, she had thought she was going to be strangled to death.
Shen Li's words rang clear in her ears, like a slap across the face, leaving her cheek burning hot. Beyond the shame, there was even greater disappointment. She had assumed that Shen Li was young, appeared approachable, and although she didn't have a plump, round face, surely she must have been thin-skinned. As long as she ran over and acknowledged her as 'sister', even if Shen Li was reluctant in her heart, in front of everyone else, she surely couldn't afford to lose face and ignore her.
