Zhuang Fanxing lowered her gaze and smiled. That serene smile seemed like a silent mockery. Huang Wenqing's face showed a touch of embarrassment as she coldly said, "Can you still laugh now? But with what I'm about to say, I doubt you'll be laughing anymore."
Zhuang Fanxing's state of mind had reached a level where she believed nothing in this world could make her lose composure. She could calmly accept any sudden blow, even facing death with poise.
But her self-assured calmness was utterly shattered by Huang Wenqing's next words, revealing that she had been self-deceiving all along.
"Fu Siting." Huang Wenqing spat out a name, and Zhuang Fanxing's eyelashes quivered slightly like butterfly wings.
Huang Wenqing's lips curled with venomous amusement, determined that if she couldn't have it easy, no one else would either.
