Lies are merely mockery; the truth is the sharp blade.
In an instant, Zheng Yaxin's eyes widened, and anger filled her gaze.
"How dare you insult me?"
Zheng Yaxin screamed.
What happened to her image?
Wu Qingshan actually dared to say she smelled?
Wu Qingshan didn't bother to reply and cut straight to the chase.
"Miss Zheng, today the security blocked Jiulong Pool, so journalist friends can't come in and see your current disgrace, but tomorrow might be different!
You wouldn't want your current state to be photographed and published in the newspapers, would you?"
As someone from the entertainment world, known for her family background and beauty, and at her age of vanity, Zheng Yaxin felt her heart tense up.
She looked at Wu Qingshan excitedly, clearly wanting to say something, but suddenly became aware of her current state.
In the lake, her reflection looked haggard and messy, totally unlike a lady from a prestigious family, instead more like a woman fleeing from disaster.
