Zhuang Chujiao stuffed shredded pieces of paper into her mouth and looked up at Mu Yan, who was watching her with a superior demeanor.
She felt it was about time, stood up, and laughed, "What can you do to me?"
Mu Yan chuckled softly, turned her head to look at the Zhuang Family members, and said with a faint smile, "Miss Zhuang Chujiao's upbringing is truly excellent, isn't it?"
Mrs. Zhuang's face turned unpleasant, as if someone had slapped her in the face, and she couldn't say a word in rebuttal.
Just a moment ago, she was almost driven to faint by Zhuang Chujiao's behavior.
Sinister, cunning, despicable, shameless—those words were the best descriptors for Zhuang Chujiao.
"Stop with those sarcastic remarks, you have no evidence," Zhuang Chujiao said angrily. Having just eaten those papers, something seemed to be stuck in her throat, making her very uncomfortable.
