Sheng Yueyue was being scorned by Gu Jiaojiao, and she couldn't utter a single word in her own defense. She could only glare at her hatefully, her eyes red.
"Aren't you going to say anything else? Like how you're the 'chosen one'?" Gu Jiaojiao asked with a frown.
Sheng Yueyue looked at her, the rims of her eyes turning red. She never imagined that Gu Jiaojiao, a little eighteen-year-old bitch, could be so brazen.
She, a thirty-eight-year-old, didn't even dare to act arrogantly anymore. The moment she stepped out of line, everyone said she'd lost her mind.
Even her own mother had prayed to the Bodhisattva right in front of her, kneeling and begging for a blessing to keep her daughter sane.
'It's infuriating!'
"I... I..." At a loss for words, Sheng Yueyue didn't dare to hit Gu Jiaojiao.
She knew full well that if she hit Gu Jiaojiao in front of everyone, she'd just get beaten to a pulp by Dong Qiming again.
