"What I do, do I need to explain it to you?"
Elwood Thorneycroft sat in front of the vanity table, gently applying lipstick, her tone icy cold.
She didn't even bother to turn her head to glance at Granny Xihua.
"Ha, Elwood Thorneycroft, grown tough wings?"
Devlin sneered coldly, walked behind her, and took a look at Elwood Thorneycroft in the mirror: "You've become more beautiful, but also somewhat irrational. Remember, only those who are obedient live long."
"Correct! Do you truly think that as a royal descendent, you can speak to us in such a manner?"
Granny Xihua, leaning on her golden cane, her eyes emitting a cold gleam: "Even among the royal descendents, there are ranks and levels, at the very least, before the Bead Pulse, you lack the privilege to act arrogantly! Even when facing the two of us, you should maintain respect."
"Is that so?"
