Although the Tang Group is facing a crisis, and the Tang Family isn't as prestigious as it seems, in order to maintain their social standing and uphold the formality of a wealthy family, Shen Wanqing's handbags are consistently high-end, with quality that's, needless to say, guaranteed.
With that, Tang Yanqi winced in pain, and the body that was standing up staggered once more.
Gripping the shattered bracelet tightly, Tang Yanqi lowered her head, lips tightly pressed, her entire demeanor exuding a chilling aura.
When she raised her head again, her gaze was icily aloof, like a snow lotus on a mountain peak, looking down on everything, dismissive of everyone, and her gaze fell on Tang Ruhai.
Shen Wanqing was coaxing Tang Qing nearby, while still cursing, and Tang Ruhai hadn't uttered a word since earlier. Facing Tang Yanqi's gaze now, he inexplicably shuddered. He was twenty years older than Tang Yanqi, but seeing her like this, Tang Ruhai felt a kind of unnamed fear.
