Shirly’s hands kept trembling.
Her eyelashes were as light as wings. They looked pure before, but now were filled with disbelief. A hint of hatred also flashed across her eyes. She took a deep breath and adjusted her mood and finally managed to go back to “normal”.
She still looked fragile and her small face was written with innocence,
However, Vichy knew what kind of woman she was.
So, when Shirly was making a show like this, she just swept a look at her and sneered in a low voice.
It seemed that taking no action was the most useful.
She hadn’t figured out what kind of method she should take to face Shirly, but now Shirly came to meet her.
And at such a place.
“Where’s Gim?”
Shirly made a great force to behave herself normally by taking a deep breath, however, her mind had experi
