Before the eyes of all, she appeared as a simple rural wife, who, feeling humiliated and unable to bear it any longer, finally——
"Ding! Yang Sanlang's hatred value +10!"
Ah, at last, she had managed to raise the hatred value of the spoiled young man, and He Tiantian felt extremely satisfied.
Victory was within reach, yet she had to continue to strive harder.
He Tiantian dabbed at her surging tears with a handkerchief, sighing inwardly: To impersonate the innocent flower, one must first have the innate conditions.
Without mentioning anything else, just these well-developed tear glands had given the original host a considerable advantage.
"I, a humble country wife, called a 'slave' by others, don't take it to heart. A widow's household has endured disdain and insult for over a decade, haven't they?"
