"As the saying goes, whether it's a mule or a horse, we'll find out when it's put to the test. Who exactly is the king here? That's still up in the air."
The one who laughs last is the true victor, isn't that right?
Fan's mother walked up to Fan Rou, didn't say a word, and slapped her: "I've spoiled you too much lately, so you don't know how to respect your mother anymore, is that it?"
Mother? Did she ever consider herself her mother?
Fan Rou's lips curled up in a mocking arc, but she lowered her head.
She's always been adaptable, as Ye Ranran said, when you don't have enough strength to instantly kill your opponent, it's better to play dumb.
Dignity, pride, and the like are worthless in the face of survival.
Yes, she was this shameless, willing to do anything just to stay alive.
Because living meant there was hope, because living, she could witness their final downfall.
And because she was alive, there was a future.
