Zhou Xitong's words were full of venom, but Yue Qingqing just smiled slightly as she glanced at her.
"With such a sharp tongue, life's been tough, hasn't it?"
The aura around Zhou Xitong was very bad, and there was a faint touch of black.
This blackness wasn't Zhou Xitong's own but came from her unborn, ill-fated child.
Such children, unblessed from the moment of conception and lost due to various reasons, are born with resentment.
Zhou Xitong was just an ordinary person; the resentment was harmful, not helpful, to her body.
It would also affect her Qi Fortune.
She must have already tasted the bitter fruits recently, but this was just the beginning.
The deeds she and Jiang Pengxuan did would eventually bring retribution to them both; it was just a matter of time.
Dealing with such a person, arguing further was a waste of breath.
The man Zhou Xitong was set up with didn't expect Yue Qingqing to retort directly and couldn't help but smile playfully.
