Gu Jiaojiao's words weren't just for Sheng Yueyue; she had also said them for Song Zijin to hear.
The moment Song Zijin entered the living room, his lecherous gaze was glued to Gu Jiaojiao, making her want to throw up last night's dinner.
Unfortunately, for all his education, Song Zijin didn't grasp the insult. He thought frantically, 'Jiaojiao is my red rose, my white moonlight.'
But his father's instructions were still fresh in his mind. He had to win over Sheng Yueyue and get on the Ren family's good side.
His gaze on *his* Jiaojiao grew even more fervent, but he didn't dare express any of his feelings to her.
After Sheng Yueyue finished her roar, several generations of the Ren family glared at her menacingly.
Although Gu Jiaojiao hadn't thrown a tantrum or cursed at her, her words had stabbed right through the heart.
Right now, she was just a grain of rice stuck to Song Zijin's clothes, a smear of mosquito blood on the wall.
