"Sister Tang."
"Sister Li."
Zeng Ya called out in a hoarse voice. Her voice was trembling, and her heart was as cold as ice as she looked around at everyone, wanting them to help her.
However, Tang Jinyun, Miss Li, and the others avoided his gaze one after another, pretending not to see or hear her.
No one spoke up for Zeng Ya, nor did anyone help her. Everyone avoided her as much as possible.
Zeng Ya felt despair.
In less than an incense's time, she seemed to have been abandoned by this world and fell into a bottomless abyss.
Zeng Ya's legs went weak, and she almost fell to the ground.
The two servants grabbed Zeng Ya's arms silently and firmly shackled her like iron pincers.
Chu You said coldly again, "Bring her away."
The three words were gritted with hatred and forbearance. All kinds of emotions intertwined, as if the hot magma was about to spew out, but it couldn't be said.