Qin Sheng smiled nonchalantly, "You need not worry about that."
She was disinclined to engage in further banter with Lin Shuya, so she passed by her while dragging her suitcase.
Qin Churou's triumphant gaze settled upon Qin Sheng, but Qin Sheng paid it no mind.
"Sister." Suddenly, Qin Churou obstructed Qin Sheng's path.
Qin Sheng raised an eyebrow, curious to see what Qin Churou was up to.
"Sister, congratulations on becoming someone else's mistress—especially to an older man," Qin Churou remarked in a voice only they could hear, laced with malicious glee.
Although Qin Sheng had not followed her plan to become the mistress of the HD Group's president, she might still become a wealthy matron.
At first, Qin Churou felt a twinge of resentment, but then she reconsidered.
The man who sought Qin Sheng was merely in his thirties, significantly older than her.
Regardless, it was clear that Qin Sheng's life was ruined.