Shen Qingqing walked out of the residential compound feeling refreshed, a faint smile lingering on her lips.
Her mood had significantly improved, and even her overall demeanor seemed to brighten.
She looked radiant, even more beautiful than before.
Anyone unaware of the situation might think her good spirits were because of a loving relationship with Jiang Zhixun.
Shen Qingqing didn't know whether Lin Fengmian would complain to their superiors, but even if she did, she couldn't care less.
What's done is done; there's no need for regret.
If she kept bottling it all inside, she might end up with other issues!
Upstairs, Lin Fengmian cradled her aching arm, unable to cry even though she desperately wanted to.
Shen Qingqing had gone completely mad.
She dared to storm into someone else's home and hit someone—what kind of so-called intellectual was this?
Even the unruliest villagers weren't as brazen as her!
