บท 55: 053 Face Hurts [2 Updates]

She had specifically waited until after she had posted a pity-seeking, sorrowful tweet before going upstairs in the hotel to get a Perfume Essence massage.

The purpose was to soothe her body and then enjoy watching Ying Zijin's miserable condition.

Ying Luwei's lips curled up in a smile as her fingers moved to the messages section.

As she had expected, there were lots of comments and private messages.

But when Ying Luwei clicked to take a closer look, her expression changed dramatically.

None were words of comfort; all were sarcasm.

["The White Lotus Award goes to you. What brand of plastic bag are you, to be able to hold so much?"]

["I'm so envious of your skin—it's maintained such a thick facade."]

["Just with one picture you label your own niece as a seducer and shift the blame so proficiently. You're wasting your talents not being a chef."]