For such insults, Jiang Nanshu didn't even ripple inside.
In her original world, the life she had after losing Zhou Yanxu couldn't be described with words.
Zhou Yanxu left her his inheritance, but she was only fifteen years old then.
How was she to survive in a world of jackals and wolves?
Those who used to greet her with smiles now exposed their true nature, hurling extreme verbal abuse at her, berating her for her ignorance and audacity to try protecting that huge fortune.
She had endured imprisonment, broken bones, gunshots, being drugged, and kidnapping. She had fought her way out through layers of danger.
She was an existence everyone feared.
So everyone cursed her as a devil, filthy trash, a byword for not knowing one's limitations.
The line of people wishing for her death could stretch from the south of Beijing to the north.
She alone could stir up blood and chaos in Beijing.
Jiang Nanshu quietly glanced at Madam Song.
