Huo Feifei was very happy to be thought highly of, especially compared to Ling Sheng's ignorant and stupid look. It accentuated her elegance and superiority, giving her an unprecedented sense of superiority. "Then I'll take a look for you."
She did not know how to read? Yet she said that she had many cosmetics. She wanted to see just how many cosmetics a country bumpkin could have.
When Huo Feifei stepped into the room she had fantasized about staying in countless times, her hands—which were hanging by her sides—tightened involuntarily, and hatred rolled in the depths of her eyes.
This room belonged to her! Why should she let Ling Sheng, this b*stard with a dubious background, live in it now? Her scent filled the whole house, making her feel disgusted.
In the future, when she moved in, she had to renovate everything inside and out, so as to not leave a single trace of her.