Qiao Lian clenched her fists tightly as she watched Song Yuanxi take another step forward. Narrowing her eyes, she said, "Qiao Lian, you'll be a match for my sister no matter what you do. It's best that you give up."
A barely visible smirk appeared on Song Yuanxi's face after she spoke these words.
A sense of pleasure grew in her as she observed Qiao Lian's face turn pale. Was Qiao Lian hurt? In despair? In pain? Even if so, it was not enough.
Just when she thought that Qiao Lian had hit rock bottom, she suddenly looked up.
The look of astonishment had disappeared from her face. She said in an unexpectedly calm tone, "Oh, so your sister was Shen Liangchuan's first love."
Her lack of reaction caught Song Yuanxi by surprise.
She had not expected Qiao Lian to remain this sober and calm.
