Traitor

"Oh, you're done. I'll leave after you're done." Ling Chuxi looked at her indifferently and continued to walk in.

Ignored. This was simply ignored. Compared to the sneer of ridicule earlier, this kind of disregard was even more infuriating. The anger in Yan fangting's heart seemed to have been poured with oil, and it burst out.

"Ling Chuxi, stop right there." Yan fangting's face turned pale. She moved her feet and stood in front of Ling Chuxi.

Tomorrow was the Chu family's grand opening ceremony. Many guests who had been cultivating behind closed doors ended their cultivation a day earlier and came to watch the show after hearing Yan fangting's roar.