"Heh!" A faint smile surfaced on Su Qingnuan's cold, frost-like face. "This is my home. I can't be carefree here? Then tell me, where can I be carefree? At the Su family residence?"
"Don't even think about it!" Su Yuerou snapped. "The Su family is not a place for you to act out."
"Oh, right, your Su family cares so much about face. And yet, here you are, groveling and bringing this upon yourselves. I wonder what kind of joke this must look like to others."
"You!" Su Yuerou pointed at her, enraged. "Su Qingnuan, do you really think I don't dare touch you?"
"Don't dare?" Su Qingnuan chuckled lightly, looking at her leisurely. "Is there anything in this world that our Second Miss Su doesn't dare to do?"
She raised her wrist, lifting the back of her hand with a scar toward Su Yuerou. "Look at these wounds. What haven't you dared to do?"
It was a thin, elongated scar, already pale. If one didn't look closely, it could easily be overlooked.
