124 Vigorous Revenge and Gratitude

Can this metaphor get any more disgusting? Only Zirong could come up with something that could literally kill a man with sheer disgust.

Mu Hanyan rolled her eyes and decided she would never discuss any issues with Zirong again.

Of course, they were just mildly disgusted, but Zhao Sinin was almost on the verge of vomiting blood.

How vile! The elite of Zhengying Academy, reduced to being compared to underwear and toilet paper, something worth killing over but not humiliating! Uncle Zhao decided that even if it killed him, he could not endure this degradation by such scum.

"Young master, what should we do next?" Huayue, unable to stand Zirong any longer and fearing he might say something even more disgusting, quickly asked.

"We'll do whatever they want to do," Mu Hanyan answered coldly.

She was no saint who repaid evil with kindness. That wasn't saintly, that was idiotic. Repay kindness with kindness, revenge with revenge, that was Mu Hanyan's creed.