"Anyway, this person is a bit disgusting," Wanwan thought, and that was the only adjective she could come up with.
She had never met anyone as shameless as Fang Xian, and in her past life, with her insufficient experience, she had fallen for Fang Xian's tricks and never managed to escape.
"He is quite disgusting," Song Ziyi nodded in agreement.
"So you better watch out for your niece," Wanwan didn't know what else to say.
As they spoke, Wanwan noticed someone in the crowd staring at her and subconsciously looked over, only to see Fang Xian watching her.
Wanwan slightly raised her eyebrows. Right now, she could see the word "pretense" in Fang Xian's gaze; beneath her high-and-mighty, arrogant demeanor was her insecurity.
Now, it was Wanwan who could look down on Fang Xian with contempt, just as Fang Xian had looked at her in her past life.
Their gazes met across the crowd, like a silent war without gunfire.
