Su Moli looked at the woman before her. Her gaze was somewhat peculiar. For some reason, those eyes reminded her of that wretched Su Jin.
It made her extremely uncomfortable. But that wretched woman was already dead—she had watched with her own eyes as the woman was cremated, and even scattered her ashes into a filthy gutter!
So, this was merely a woman with eyes resembling that despicable person's. However, as long as there was even the slightest resemblance, she would loathe them intensely!
"Cousin, this woman sneaked in here. Her invitation must've been stolen. She even kicked my brother earlier. You absolutely can't let her get away with this."
Zhao Li glared hatefully at the woman, leaning close to Su Moli and adding fuel to the fire with his words.
Su Moli's face was icy as she spoke in a tone of contempt:
"Since she hurt someone, hand her over to the police. Security, take her to the cabin and watch her. Once the ship docks, hand her over to them."
