"If you like, you can stay as long as you want. I'm just afraid you might not want to stay long." Tang Yue smiled faintly, her bright eyes looking at Xie Ni.
Xie Ni said, "Xiao Yue, are there many people outside cursing me?"
Xie Ni lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes fluttered. Even if she hadn't intentionally sought out news, she knew those people outside, who used to flatter her, were now trampling her into the mud, using the harshest words to curse her.
"Yes." Tang Yue replied softly, her bright eyes looking directly into hers, saying, "Sister Xie, calm down these days. How about you take a look at this first."
Tang Yue handed over the articles that Zheng Qingchun had exposed these days, sheets of newspapers and magazines all using very prominent fonts.
Xie Ni, who had finally calmed down these days, trembled with anger when she saw these exposes. Her pupils instinctively contracted, feeling her chest filled with fury.
