Chuntao was so indignant that she almost cursed out loud, but Shen Ruoxi gently pulled her back.
She emanated an intense aura, coldly sweeping her gaze over the gossiping crowd around her.
Especially among those who slandered her, she paused for a moment, as if to remember their faces.
For a moment, everyone felt a chill rise from the soles of their feet, their hearts fluttering with dread at Shen Ruoxi's formidable presence.
The surroundings instantly fell silent, as if even the air had solidified.
Even Old Mrs. Xiao found herself being suffocated by the low pressure surrounding them.
Her gaze involuntarily turned to Shen Ruoxi, who was bathed in the gentle morning light, enveloped by a layer of radiant warmth that was dazzling.
She wore a silk gown as light and flowing as drifting clouds, its hem embroidered with intricate peony patterns, adding a touch of charming elegance to her.
