Song Song had seen people who could turn black into white, but had never encountered someone who could do it so expertly—this was practically a divine skill—
"Yes, it's all my fault." Song Song sneered, "Miss Su selling out for glory is my fault, wanting to sleep with my husband is my fault, even these four years that I was blind and couldn't see that you were a wolf in sheep's clothing is my fault. You better get the hell out of here right now, stop disgusting me, lest I puke all over you!"
Song Song rarely truly got angry, but now she was furious beyond measure.
Su Ting had a strong sense of dignity. In Taohuawu, a place that graded people into tiers, it wasn't easy to be without dignity.
Upon hearing Song Song's words, she was extremely humiliated, and in retaliation, she smiled and said, "I originally didn't want to go too far, but now you've forced me."
As she spoke, she somehow pulled out a syringe, filled with colorless liquid.
