Lin Yinyin's chest felt like a balloon pumped full of air, brimming with rage. Her eyes red with fury, she glared viciously at Shen Yanhe. All the grievances she had suffered today exploded at this moment.
Her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched into tight fists, her sharp fingernails digging into her palms, the pain pulling at her sanity.
No matter how much she hated her, she couldn't raise her hand against Shen Yanhe.
Otherwise, it would give people something to talk about.
Lin Yinyin felt as if she was about to grind her good teeth to dust, glaring ferociously at Shen Yanhe, "Shen Yanhe, don't get too cocky."
"Here in Daxia, you're nothing more than a country bumpkin, a little village doctor with a bit of beauty. Compared to my Lin Family, you're the dirt beneath our feet!"
Before Lin Yinyin could continue, a deep and clear voice came over leisurely, "Is that so?"
"Then, how do I compare to the Lin Family?"
