Nanzhi's face displayed mockery, she merely gave Hen Xiang a cold glance.
"Hen Xiang, let me ask you, did I ever mistreat you while you were with me?"
Nanzhi had always had a gentle demeanor, always wearing a smile at everyone she met.
Seeing her look cold now, many of the bystanders instinctually closed their mouths.
In the end, they were also quite curious.
Just a few days ago, they had heard that there was a young girl in this courtyard who had been privately interacting with a man from outside. They wanted to inquire more about the news, but all ended up with their queries blocked.
Now that they could listen to the gossip directly, they all quieted down one after another, fearing that they might miss the slightest detail.
"No, not at all."
Hen Xiang knelt on the ground, the dark red blood seeped through her pants, sticking to her fabric.
The smell of the blood filled her nostrils, making her nauseous.