But he was wrong...
The two were inherently different, Xiang Xiaoyuan was an orphan, with nothing to tie her down or lose.
With her false facade torn apart by Jiang Jinsang, Tang Wan, and others, and faced with consecutive confrontations, she was on the brink of a mental breakdown, now her whole body was trembling from the provocation, clenching her teeth tightly.
After holding it in for too long, she screamed at him:
"You Shenming, you bastard, what gives you the right to make me take the blame for you? If it weren't for you injuring Old Shen, none of this would have happened!"
The sharp, piercing voice suddenly echoed in the large banquet hall, making people's eardrums uncomfortable.
The entire hall fell into a dead silence, only Xiang Xiaoyuan's ghostly, disheveled, grim-looking roar could be heard.
