Ding Shan held back the surging waves in her eyes and carefully preserved her skin.
Even if the heavens struck lightning, they still had to be avenged for some grudges. What's more, Ding Wan and the others had brought this upon themselves. If the heavens wanted to strike lightning, they would definitely be struck to death!
Ding Shan had never intended to harm others, but in her previous life, she had ended up like that. If the wicked had their own retribution, how could Ding Yuan and the others still be so unrestrained in her previous life?
That wasn't right either. Before she committed suicide, she had left a gift for Ding Yuan. Those wealthy businessmen and second-generation rich children would wait for her body. Under the effects of the medicine, they would only extend their evil claws toward Ding Yuan. Who knew if, at that time.., did Ding Yuan enjoy this belated retribution?
