"I never imagined a smooth path."
Su Xiaomeng's eyes deepened, her expression resolute.
She yearned for a quiet, leisurely, stable happy life, but who doesn't yearn for that?
The place where Yin Shixiu stands is called the Strong World. From the day she met him, he was already standing in this place. It was impossible to pull him down from such heights and become the calamity in this real man's life.
So, she could only strive desperately to stand on that land too.
Wu Rong looked at Su Xiaomeng, this woman had a pair of pixie-like jet-black eyes, full of spirit, very beautiful, and every time she confronted him, those eyes sparkled.
Her gaze at him was filled with disdain and contempt.
"Wu Rong, my purpose for coming here is not to reminisce with you, nor to seek justice for what happened three months ago. The fact that you are here now is justice enough."
Yin Shixiu still spoke lightly, his gaze casually wandering over the table, occasionally looking up at Wu Rong.
