Su Beibei's heart was brushed by a cold sneer, Su Yin, this is what you asked for!
Meng He's high heels were so loud, Su Yin had long anticipated such a scene, but she inexplicably wanted to wait until the last moment.
It wasn't until Meng He's hand swept in front of her eyes, mere centimeters from Su Yin's face, that she agilely shifted her body to the side, narrowly avoiding disaster.
Meng He, having put too much force into her swing and finding no support, staggered and nearly fell.
"Su Yin, you...!"
Su Yin's smile seemed half mocking, "Before, you were my parents, I endured beatings and scolding, but now since it's always 'you little slut,' I think I don't need to endure anymore."
"You... you...!"
Meng He was so angry she couldn't speak, while Su Beibei clenched her teeth, resentment flashing in her eyes.
Was Su Yin truly not in pain? Why did it seem like Su Yin was now rather carefree?