The Good-for-Nothing Seventh Miss

Pain spread throughout her body, and the intense pain pulled Shen Yanxiao out of the darkness.

As she struggled to open her aching eyes, a faint light and an ear-piercing voice echoed in her ears.

“She can’t blame others for her incompetence.
Luck was on her side this time, and she was rescued, but there won’t be such good luck next time.”

“A trash should know their place.
She’s fully aware that she’s garbage, yet she still acted recklessly and brought dishonor upon our family.”

A man and a woman’s voice hovered around Shen Yanxiao’s ears.

Who did those two bastards think they were to call her trash? Furthermore, when did those two, who were obviously sick of living, appeared in the organization?

Shen Yanxiao disregarded the pain that she felt, opened her eyes, and looked at the source of the voices.

A young gentleman and a young lady around the age of fourteen to fifteen stood beside her bed with their arms crossed.
Both of their appearances were rather outstanding and other than their similar manner of dressing, they almost looked identical!

When the pair of them noticed the person on the bed had regained consciousness, they did not even feel guilty when they realized that the said person had heard what they said.

Instead, both of them revealed similar mocking expressions that held contempt and disdain, as if what they saw in front of them was a piece of trash.

“Oh? Our Vermilion Bird Family’s good-for-nothing seventh miss is finally awake, and not dead after suffering such serious injuries? It must have been a blessing from our ancestors.” The beautiful young lady glanced at Shen Yanxiao with despise as she sat up.
She did not even bother to conceal her hatred for Shen Yanxiao.

The handsome young man sneered and threw a glance at the ashen-faced Shen Yanxiao and said, “Idiot, I’m sure you know what to say when grandfather questions you