Qi Xiang's unwilling cries echoed relentlessly within the villa.
She had spent her whole life trying to cling to the powerful, yet she had missed her chance to become a true member of the upper class. The despair born from such a stark contrast was easy to imagine. However, it was all her own doing, so she could hardly blame anyone else.
WHOOSH!
With a flash of cold light, Qi Xiang fell to the ground, her heart still full of indignation.
"Right, you're all here to celebrate this woman's birthday?" Yang Hu turned and glanced at the other women. "You can change your clothes now. It's time for mourning."
The women: "..."
...
Outside the Meili Bay Villa, the group stood on the roadside waiting for a taxi.
Zhou Yufei hesitated for a long time before finally being unable to stop herself from saying, "Chen Yang, you're so bloodthirsty!"
"I've already held back a lot," Chen Yang said nonchalantly.
Zhou Yufei: "..."
