She raised her head slightly, her red lips proudly raised: "Do you want me to apologize to them?"

Shangguan Yao stared at her coldly: "If you did something wrong, of course you have to apologize."

OK, very good.

Murong Nuan was bleeding in her heart, but her face was more charming and charming.

The sun was warm in the morning. She wore a white nightgown, long black hair draped over her shoulders, and barefoot, step by step towards the two Lin sisters who shared the same hatred of the enemy.

As we got closer, we could see the disgust in Lin Ya's eyes and the serious hatred with Lin Mei.

Lin Mei even turned her head disdainfully, and a contemptuous sneer hung on the corner of her lips.

Just when everyone was not paying attention, Murong Nuan grabbed the glass that was resting beside her and punched her hard on the table.

With a loud bang, the glass broke.

The broken glass slag pierced into Murong Nuan's hand, and blood flowed out along her fist-shaped hands. She slowly opened her cut hands, and she was filled with terrifying redness.

Then, regardless of the pain, she calmly clenched her fist again, allowing the glass fragments to pierce deeper and the wound to crack even more open.

"Is this enough?! I apologize to you all!" She looked pale, her eyes were scary, but her tone was extremely sharp.

In the deadly silence, Lin Ya covered her mouth and muttered to herself in horror: "Murong Nuan, you are such a crazy woman..."

Murong Nuan slowly turned around and stared at Shangguan Yao with almost smugness and paranoidness: "What about you? Are you satisfied?"

For some reason, when she asked this sentence aggressively, she saw Shangguan Yao's pale face, even paler than her blood loss.

A suffocation suddenly came from her heart with pain.
Chapter completed!