After handing Xixi over to Jiang Ziling, Su Yu turned on her heel.
She marched determinedly toward Lady Zhao, who still stood not far off, a look of bewilderment and panic hanging on her face.
Each step she took was as if on ice, silent but filled with an unavoidable chill.
The moment she witnessed Xixi's fall, the fury that had been building up in Su Yu's heart erupted like a volcano, instantly shattering the chains of reason.
She could brush off the damage to trivial household items with a laugh, but in her heart,
crossing the line that touched Xixi's safety was akin to provoking her most inviolable scale.
Her gaze was as piercing as the cold winds of deep winter, sharply cutting through the air straight at Lady Zhao.
The always principled Su Yu decided to first teach the other a lesson, as for the consequences, those were for later.
