Tang Li stood on the balcony clutching her cellphone: "Not to mention that the foreigner was brought by Lai Shengxia herself, now, this is merely her reaping what she sowed."
Her expression was indifferent, and her tone was uncompromising: "Moreover, don't think you know me well. Since the past is the past, the present me will not be the meek and compliant person I used to be. Kindness is not weakness, nor is it a shackle you can impose on me."
"I am not Lai Shengxia, I wasn't in the past, I am not now, and I will not be in the future."
She could abstain from hurting others actively, but she could not forget the torments of her previous life.
All those torments were gifts from the Lai Family.
Compared to the injuries she suffered from the fire, what was a slashed face for Lai Shengxia?
"Don't measure me with her standards. I can be kind, but my kindness will never extend to the Lai Family People."
In the cellphone receiver, were the nearly ruthless words of Tang Li.
