"Let go of me!" Cheng Qingyan was almost driven mad the moment she saw him touch her, even if it was just him grabbing her arm.
Si Yang dragged her to a secluded spot and looked at her, as though she had gone insane, with a hint of helplessness. "Do you know what consequences your actions might bring? Not only will you fail to hurt Xia Yunsheng, but everyone will end up hating you. Your father is already furious—do you truly want to push everyone away so that no one cares about you?"
His words made Cheng Qingyan burst into cold laughter. "What are you? What gives you the right to lecture me? You're nothing more than a servant! Why don't you just drop dead? How do you even have the face to continue living in this world? Don't you realize your very existence is polluting the air?"
Coming from the General Mansion, Cheng Qingyan had always placed great emphasis on social status. In her eyes, she was noble, and servants were nothing but lowly scum.
