Intense lights filled the entire space.
Rong Xuelong closed her eyes tightly involuntarily.
But before she could get used to the light, a basin of cold water drenched her from head to toe.
Caught off guard, Rong Xuelong screamed softly and opened her eyes reflexively.
What greeted her eyes was an overly smug face, but it had long lost its usual elegance and beauty.
"What kind of expression is that!"
The owner of that face screamed and reached out to grab Rong Xuelong's hair.
"With your current appearance, do you still have the mood to look down on me?" She asked.
The disdain in Rong Xuelong's eyes did not diminish. "Jiang Yilin, is this all you have?"
"Is this all I have?" Jiang Yilin smiled viciously.
Her originally weak and innocent appearance had now been shed from her pretense and she only had a harsh and fierce expression. She grabbed a mirror from somewhere and placed it in front of Rong Xuelong.