An Yingying had not yet reached her phone when a sleek, glossy leather shoe came down hard on it, crushing it beneath its weight.
A shrill scream pierced the air above the entire dining room.
Her forehead was beaded with sweat as she looked at Mu Qianfan with hatred, "I truly loved you, how could you treat me this way?"
Mu Qianfan gazed at her coldly, "Your love is truly nauseating. You are utterly selfish and narcissistic, only capable of loving yourself, unworthy of loving anyone else. Of course, you would never be loved. No, there are those like An Zaili and Du Xinlan that loved you, only to be sent by you to meet King Yan. Even murdering your own parents, a person with the heart of a serpent like you belongs in hell!"
He turned to Nanny Guo, "Whatever she did to you, you do the same to her."
