After all, Feng Wanrou has struggled her way out from a pile of corpses, her strength is considerably greater, and Wang Ping is no match for her.
Wen Xuan was on the phone with Li Huiqiao all along and saw what was happening here, preparing to hang up, but suddenly received a text message that read: Do not go over, let them fight.
What is this situation?
Wen Xuan was perplexed, but he still did as Bai Qingzhu instructed.
A lot of people gathered around, but nobody intervened; instead, they watched and pointed at them.
"That's the legendary Feng Wanrou, calling her an old cow eating tender grass doesn't even begin to describe her."
"She's not just shameless; she's the fighter jet of shamelessness."
"If I were her, I wouldn't dare show my face."
The various accusations and curses made Feng Wanrou pause. She looked at these people, each reaching out to her. She thought she didn't care, but when the day came, she was genuinely terrified.
