Shen Fanxing narrowed her eyes and bent down to pull Shen Qianrou up from the ground. Her slender body was surprisingly strong.
His thin body exuded a strong aura, reckless and cold.
"Ahhhhh!"
Shen Qianrou screamed in fear, "Let go of me! Don't touch me!"
Shen Fanxing tightened her grip on Shen Qianrou's wrist, as though she wanted to crush her.
"Shen Qianrou, from the moment you entered the Shen family, you've harmed me thousands of times. Why are you so naive? Do you think I'll let you off? You're the one who reminded me that you want to play me to death at the scent-making competition! This is a good idea! Aren't you afraid of the shadows? Do you have a clear conscience? How did those shameless words come out of your mouth?"
"No, it's not me. It's you. You b*tch arranged all of this. B*tch, you b*tch… Ahhh!"
Seeing that Shen Qianrou was still unrepentant, Shen Fanxing frowned and released her grip on Shen Qianrou's wrist.