What Song Chenglu couldn't stand the most was her cold, indifferent expression.
"Stop putting on an act! Stop acting so high and mighty!"
"You're just as filthy as I am! What gives you the right to stand so tall now?"
"Song Qingya, if you really have the guts, then kill me right now! Don't send me back to that hell! I won't go back!"
Her voice suddenly took on a tearful tone, a shrill cry laced with despair.
"Those scumbags bully me every day, and I know it's you pulling the strings behind the scenes!"
She stared daggers at Song Qingya, her eyes filled with both accusation and pleading.
"You're the one who deliberately made them target me! You ruined everything for me!"
Hearing this, Song Qingya sneered, her tone dripping with contempt.
"Kill you? Lay a hand on you?"
A faint glimmer of pity flashed in her eyes.
"Song Chenglu, you really overestimate yourself."
"Kill you? It's not worth getting my hands dirty."
