Zhao Xiang didn't expose Shen Jiayue.
She put down the pen in her hand and smiled. "Shen Jiayue, don't worry. I don't blame you. After all, you're just my dog. You were seduced by the things that people gave you outside. When you're hungry, you'll naturally come back."
Zhao Xiang's words had a strong sense of humiliation.
Shen Jiayue's hands that were hanging by her sides clenched tightly. She was extremely embarrassed, but she didn't dare to refute Zhao Xiang.
Zhao Xiang sneered. She continued, "Don't worry. As long as you're obedient and have good food and drinks, I won't give you anything less. I'll also give you money."
Shen Jiayue's fingertips almost dug into her palm.
Her hatred toward Zhao Xiang had reached its peak, and she started to blame her parents.
If it wasn't for the fact that they were incapable and didn't give her a family background like Zhao Xiang's, why would she have to be so submissive?
