Nan Sheng had not anticipated that the two men who loved her would react like this. She cried for a while, but saw no pity from the two men, so she simply looked up at Dongfang Wuya, seated at the head of the room, and Shen Qinghe, her eyes brimming with hatred.
The humiliation she suffered today was all thanks to Shen Qinghe, and one day she would definitely wash away today's shame and flay Shen Qinghe alive.
Anything that Shen Qinghe cared about, she was determined to snatch away—she had to!
Dongfang Wuya, bored after watching the punishment, yawned. When his gaze met Nan Sheng's face, he looked away in disgust and asked Shen Qinghe, "Aren't you going to trample on them once more?"
Shen Qinghe, belatedly realizing her predicament, worried that she had offended several key figures at once, and that they certainly now hated her to the bone. She might feel satisfied now, but the future would be difficult.
She just couldn't bring herself to feel happy.