"I heard you'd stooped to running a street stall, doing business with the lower class. I didn't believe it at first. Shen Lu, aren't you the one who's most concerned with her pride? The one who despises the lower class more than anyone?"
"And now you're putting on a fake smile for a bunch of lower-class people every day. Tsk tsk, how impressive."
"Oh, and is that Fu Cheng lying back there? To think you're still dragging him around. You really are deeply devoted to him."
"But no matter how much you dote on him, he's never going to stand up again. I have friends who've looked into his condition. Unless there's a medical miracle, even if Fu Cheng doesn't die, he'll just lie there like a living corpse."
Having said her piece, Bai Wanwan put her hands on her hips, leisurely waiting for Shen Lu to lose her mind.
She loved watching Shen Lu's powerless rage. She was just like a rabid dog.
