Huang Xiaojue felt a shock in his heart.
"I originally thought she was just after some money, wanting to make something of herself, to get a degree from South Country University, to satisfy her vanity, and to climb up the social ladder by finding a sugar daddy. But this woman insists on proving herself. If she continues to live, she'll pose a huge threat to us."
Yan Xixi, you shouldn't have come back, you shouldn't have attended our gathering—of course, you absolutely shouldn't have brought such a gift—
You're challenging me? What right do you have?
"Wan's company is already on the decline, so what is Yan Xixi? Does she think she can turn the tide in a difficult time with those tricks of a conwoman?"
Zhou Ting laughed disdainfully: "If Wan Donglin can fall, who does she think she is?"
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"Yan Xixi, she must die!!! Even if Wan Donglin didn't die by my hand, she, Yan Xixi, must die."
She was frank, unrestrained: "Xiaojue, what do you think?"
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