Sheng Yueyue's piercing shriek sent everyone scrambling backward, further convincing them she was a demon.
Seeing their reactions, Sheng Yueyue finally fainted from rage...
Gu Jiaojiao took a silver needle from her bag, used it to wake Sheng Yueyue, and whispered a warning in her ear.
"Sheng Yueyue, if you know what's good for you, you'll keep your head down and behave from now on. Otherwise, you can spend the rest of your life in a psychiatric hospital."
Sheng Yueyue jolted at Gu Jiaojiao's words. Naturally, she had no intention of reflecting on her own actions.
But she also knew she had lost the upper hand.
Her dad no longer favored her, her older brother wasn't coming back anytime soon, and her mom's affection alone wasn't enough to make a difference.
He Aijun wouldn't be back anytime soon either. Her only support was Song Zijin, and if Song Dan mistook her for a demon, the consequences would be unthinkable.
