Qin Yan's face was wounded. It was worse than the apocalypse. Qin Yan stared at the blood on her fingertip. Her fair face was filled with panic and anger.
Her face was ruined. How could that be? She was most proud of her face.
Because of this face, she was the number one socialite in the capital.
Because of this face, she managed to open many doors.
Because of this face, countless men knelt at her feet.
Because of this face, she was named the Beautiful Angel.
Because of this face...
But now, this face...
As Qin Yan stared at the bloodstain on her fingertip, one of her hands was clenched into a fist. Her skin was as white as snow, and it revealed the bulging veins on her skin.
If the culprit weren't... she would definitely... kill them.
However, before Qin Yan could react, a cold and dignified voice entered her ears.
