The transparent glass observation window was being pounded by her, causing a clattering sound.
Su Xingyu and Lu Shifeng stood on the other side of the observation window. Su Xingyu looked at Zhuang Heng and said calmly, "Really? I have asked myself if I've ever done anything wrong with my conscience. Zhuang Heng, even at the last moment, you still don't reflect on yourself? Your malice is too heavy; after death, you'll go to hell." It's not her fault for cursing her; Zhuang Heng had harmed her too much. As long as she thought about Jue, who was separated at birth, and Han, who was almost killed, she could never speak kindly to Zhuang Heng.
Zhuang Heng's face was ferocious: "You will die a horrible death! You will die a horrible death!"
Screaming hysterically, she had completely lost the demeanor of a former socialite.
Truly ugly.
Su Xingyu thought indifferently, if Zhuang Heng had known she would end up like this, would she still have harmed others?
