Today, even she faced a moment of setback.
Her gaze was as sharp as an eagle's, seemingly able to pierce through the human heart. It lightly swept over Fang Qin's face, twisted with anger, filling her with a surge of retaliatory pleasure.
"Sir, look at this Fang Qin, her speech and manner are so exaggerated. I was merely dealing with household trivialities; how could I have anticipated such disaster? This anger she exhibits might very well be of her own making."
Su Yu's voice, gentle yet undeniably firm, turned each word into a meticulously carved work of art. It showcased her education while simultaneously countering Fang Qin's accusations.
Upon hearing this, Fang Qin's complexion shifted from red to white, then from white to blue, almost jumping up to argue.
Her hands were tightly clenched into fists, the knuckles whitened from excessive force as anger burned within her chest, nearly consuming her reason entirely.
