"Ugh—" Song Yi fell heavily to the ground.
Her elbow scraped against the floor with a sound, and a sharp pain quickly spread through her body. Song Yi tightly furrowed her brow.
The best choice now is to stay silent.
Song Yi lifted her eyes and looked at Gu Nanjiu. The expression on the man's face was extremely cold.
Looking at Song Yi was like looking at a heinous criminal.
Gu Nanjiu looked down at the woman in front of him, his lips curled into a cold smile, "Perhaps you've already forgotten this person. After all, you're in a high position, aloof, while for people like us at the bottom, you're an unattainable existence, and we're just dust in there."
"Pa!" Gu Nanjiu pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and slammed them onto Song Yi's face.
Song Yi's face tilted slightly, and she lowered her eyes to look at the photos on the ground.
The boy in the photos was smiling brightly, bearing some resemblance to the man before her.
