"You? A person of your caliber? So what if I drive you to your death?" the woman in green said, her face full of disdain.
She had already inquired about Liu Rushuang’s background. She was nothing more than a country bumpkin from a small town. To her, a person like that might as well be dead.
Liu Rushuang cast a glance at the men nearby. Sensing a subtle shift in their expressions, she felt a surge of confidence. She didn't answer; instead, she just began to cry. She wept so pitifully, like rain-drenched pear blossoms, that the hearts of the men standing opposite her began to soften.
Chapter 61