On the other end of the phone, Song Wanqiu laughed carelessly.
"What do I want? It's no wonder you have no self-awareness, how could a woman of such a low birth like your mother possibly raise a good daughter? She even taught you to be nothing but a whore who only knows how to seduce men. Shouldn't I, as the future Third Madam, tidy up the family's atmosphere?"
"You like to snatch things so much, I'll let you have it. Just spit it all back out!"
"Now you know the pain? Slut! You deserve all of this!"
Song Wanqiu burst into laughter, wishing those harsh words could become the sharpest knives to flay Lin Zhiyi over and over.
Where was the calm and elegant demeanor of the woman the public usually saw?
Lin Zhiyi's eyes drooped, and she said coldly, "You've said so much, but you still haven't said what you actually want."
"It's simple. Give up entering Xue Man's Studio, and I will treat you and... your mother well in the future."