After Yu Dongling finished speaking, it was as if all the energy had been drained from her body. She sat stiffly in the chair, quietly waiting for Qin Hao's judgment.
Qin Hao was silent for a moment, then curved his mouth into a cold smile, fixing his gaze on Yu Dongling's face.
"Look up."
Yu Dongling obediently lifted her head, locking eyes with Qin Hao for a brief moment before quickly lowering her gaze to the table.
Qin Hao sneered slightly, then said to her blandly:
"Worthless."
Swoosh.
Yu Dongling's face turned red instantly. She seemed to think she was experiencing an auditory illusion or hallucination, looking at Qin Hao in shock, her mouth slightly agape.
"What, do you need me to repeat it? The way you are now, you are worthless."
Upon hearing this, Yu Dongling felt as if her spirit was dealt a heavy blow. Tears fell like strings of broken pearls, continuously streaming down. She stared at Qin Hao, incredulous, and asked, "I... do I really mean so little to you?"
