Sheng Rushuang gnashed her teeth in anger. Thinking of Yun Chujiu’s humiliation to her, she wished she could tear hei xinjiu into pieces.
Seeing Sheng Rushuang’s ferocious expression, elder Sheng couldn’t help but frown. “Rushuang, did a little setback make you lose your composure? !
The consort selection is not over yet. That pig demon is destined not to win first place. Why do you care so much? !”
Sheng Rushuang was startled and her eyes reddened. “Grandfather, I, I just can’t take it. That pig demon can’t compare to me at all. The Holy Son treats me as cold as ice, but he treats her so well. I, I really can’t figure it out.”
“The Holy Son is only temporarily bewitched by that pig demon. From today’s competition, that pig demon isn’t completely useless.
“Even so, she won’t pass tomorrow’s Test. You Don’t have to take her to heart,”elder Sheng said firmly.