"Anyway, I've already been tormented by Ren Yixuan and you beyond recognition, and there won't be a good end for me. What is there to be afraid of, huh? Miss Rong Family."
Su Xiaomeng glanced at her, then turned and walked away.
The phone in her pocket had already rung several times...
Su Xiaomeng looked up, her tears couldn't be held back, they dripped "plop plop" down, falling onto the phone screen, merging with the text she was editing.
Telling Yin Shixiu to wait a little longer, she went to the bathroom, put on makeup, and concealed her red and swollen eyes.
After Xiao Meng left, Rong Qiao was still in a daze.
Perhaps like Rong Qiao, the proud daughter who always looked down on others, was just bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
Yet, Su Xiaomeng seemed to be nothing but a soft persimmon.
She awkwardly climbed out of the river, her clothes soaked, turning into a drowned rat.
Just then, a pair of white sneakers stopped in front of her.
