"Is it really you?" Ai Jiang said as she stepped forward with her prosthetic limb, which was somewhat cumbersome, slowly walking towards Xia Wan'an, "I didn't expect it to be you... Miss Xia Wanwan, Madam Xia, you've finally fallen into my hands today..."
As she spoke, excitement seemed to overwhelm her, and the corners of her lips uncontrollably spread into a creepy, malicious smile, "I've long wanted to skin you alive and rip out your bones. I thought I'd never have the chance in this lifetime, but it seems that fortune still favors me! Hahaha..."
Engulfed in madness, Ai Jiang laughed heartily for a while. Then she reached out and grabbed Xia Wan'an's chin, lifting her face, "Look at this face, it really is pretty enough... Of course, if it weren't for this face, how could you have stolen my thunder at the charity gala? Oh no, it's not just the face, but also this figure, this delicate skin... Tsk tsk tsk... I'm a woman and even I can't help but admire it!"
