Just as Xu Wendong was about to speak, Si Yao's furious voice resounded like a sudden clap of thunder.
Her face was covered in frost, an expression that resembled millennia-old ice, intimidating at a mere glance. The anger burning in her eyes was like a blazing inferno, seemingly ready to reduce Liu Yuansong to ashes in an instant.
She shouted angrily, "Liu Yuansong, you are a complete and utter ingrate! Had I known you were so insidious and treacherous, I would never have saved your lives that day!"
Her words were like sharp arrows piercing through the air, filled with deep regret and endless anger, feeling that her past kindness was entirely undeserving.
Liu Yuansong laughed wantonly, a manic and smug laugh that pierced the silence like a sharp sound.
Not the slightest hint of shame appeared on his face despite Si Yao's accusations. Instead, he brazenly said, "Self-interest is paramount; how can this be called ingratitude?"
