Zhou Ni Juan, sitting in a wheelchair, looked anxiously at the disheveled state of Jia Yunrou and Zhou Xile, her chest heaving with anger.
She was pushed to the entrance of the Zhou Family's main building by a bodyguard. As the anesthesia wore off, the pain from her newly operated wound began to throb.
Zhou Ni Juan angrily questioned, "Are you satisfied only if our family is destroyed? Don't forget, the Zhou Family took care of you for three years!"
Facing her unrepentant attitude, Lu Xining sneered inwardly, noting the woman's arrogance.
"Three years, thirty million..."
"The Zhou Family truly deserves its fame as the richest in Port City. If you take in a few more like me, you wouldn't need to work at all, better to make it an investment, right?"
Zhou Ni Juan was left speechless by her response but then thought that Lu Xining was ungrateful, considering the wealthy life the Zhou Family had provided her.