Even the apologetic words that Su Yi said to her didn't register; her face turned deathly pale, and she clenched her hands tightly. She'd almost let her nature take over and confront Li Shengxiao, just because she had said a few unkind things about Rong Yan—was that any reason for such an overreaction?
But she didn't dare to anymore.
She had merely spoken a few truths just now, and she had been taken care of immediately. She couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if she continued.
She had a vague sense that if it hadn't been for her aunt's sake, this man might have been even more ruthless. If she were to keep pushing her luck, she couldn't guarantee that Su Yi would still be useful; at least, this was what her trembling heart was fearfully telling her.