On the other side of the stone bed, several anxious-looking males glared at Bai Wanwan, their eyes bloodshot.
The look in their eyes... was as if they were staring at the one who had murdered their fathers.
Bai Wanwan glanced at them lazily. "What are you looking at? Whoever starts the fight is the one in the wrong. I've never provoked her; she's the one who comes after me every time. This time... do you really think I'm going to let any of you off the hook?"
She chuckled softly. "If she just dies like this... it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. But if you force my hand, I'll make her suffer even more than she is right now, you know!"
Just as their rage threatened to erupt, Zhu Xiu stepped up beside her.
He wrapped a long arm around her shoulder and glanced toward the other males.
He didn't say a word, but an immense, oppressive aura emanated from him.
