At this moment, Shi Lan's appearance was completely different from the elegant and graceful image seen on television. Her face seemed somewhat twisted, as if she were drinking not red wine, but a glass of vivid, fresh blood.
"Those bitches Zheng Jing, Mu Jingrong, Mao Qing have all left one by one, and now, there's another little bitch Chen Qian showing up!"
Shi Lan smiled seductively and arrogantly sneered, "Sister Shi Lan... Haha, hearing that makes me want to vomit! A bitch is a bitch! Do you think I don't know the station is planning to let you take my place?"
As she spoke, Shi Lan started pouring the red wine in her glass slowly onto the ground, like a pool of blood spreading across the floor.
To Shi Lan's eyes, this wine might very well be Chen Qian's blood.
"Little bitch, I'll be right here in Fengmen Village, watching how your delicate little flower withers! No one can take the title of 'queen' from me! Anyone who tries, dies!"
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