"Why? Are you resorting to violence now since you can't win the argument? What an ill-mannered missy."
With that, she jerked off her hand. Song Enya, who was caught off guard, lost her balance from her pull and fell to the ground.
"Heh… Interesting. You're Mu Yazhe's niece, right?"
She walked toward her casually. Looking down at the woman on the ground, she sarcastically
remarked, "Oh, my. Look at the jealous look you have on your face now. Don't tell me that you like Mu Yazhe, no?"
Her offhand comment reeked of thinly disguised sarcasm.
Song Enya's face turned white with alarm at her direct question.
Unlike men, women could read one another well.
He might be unable to tell, but she was not equally as blind.
His niece was obviously in love with him.
Her strong and sweet adoration could not be concealed.
She could tell this with one look.
