However, upon second thought, how could someone like Li Qingshen, a legendary figure lofty and exalted, possibly stoop to care about what those people thought?
The conversation between Li Qingshen and Ling Momo was casual but significant; however, the entire hall was very quiet, and naturally, many people overheard.
Li Qingshen's disdain for Jian Chenxi in his words could not have been clearer.
Jian Chenxi stood there, her hands clenched into fists, her long nails digging into her flesh, yet she felt no pain.
Ling Momo truly had some tricks up her sleeve!
To possess such an ace!
Very good, very good, she had completely lost face today!
Very good, very good, stealing away the glory that belonged to her!
As Ling Momo entered the elevator, she turned back to look at Jian Chenxi, the formerly proud and delicate woman who looked down on her like a peacock; now, her face showed a mix of unpredictable emotions—anger, astonishment, surprise...