"Hmph!"
A cold snort suddenly broke the silence.
This familiar voice made Lin Ruoying's face change drastically as she looked at the handsome young man in the silver robe in horror.
She could never forget, the nightmare the young man had brought upon her...
Zi Qianjing glanced at Lin Ruoying's pale complexion, his lips curling into sneer as he mockingly said, "Have you not seen that others dismiss you? Yet you still shamelessly address him so affectionately. Lin Ruoying, I think you should change your name to Lin Thickface, as the name Lin Ruoying does not suit you!"
If it were in the past, how could Lin Ruoying have tolerated such humiliation?
But now, she didn't say a word.
It wasn't that she didn't want to respond to Zi Qianjing, but rather, she was frightened. She harbored a deep-seated fear of the young man and couldn't even utter a single word...
