Xia Ling smiled coldly. "Look how weak you are."
She didn't raise her voice, but in the chilly wind, her words felt just like another lump of salt to their wounds. "If you're courting death, don't drag me into the picture. You're expecting me to take the blame with my reputation? I'm sorry, your worthless lives do not deserve to corrupt my hands or my name."
Li Xiaoyao was bursting with anger. How he wished he could take a piece of flesh off her! She actually implied that their lives were not even as valuable as her reputation?
Who did she think she was?!
Yet, however angry he was, he could do nothing about it.
On their end, Li Lei was gently draping a sweater over her shoulders. "The wind here is pretty strong. Don't mind these insensible brats, let's go." He didn't even glance at the rest of them.
She looked at him and smiled, before walking off as he said.
"Ye Xingling!" Li Xiaoyao was still screaming weakly from the coast.
