Thinking of Ling Jing that day, a trace of heartache surged into her heart once again. She suppressed that trace of pain. She knew that as time passed, she would get used to that kind of pain, and it would also become lighter and lighter.
She couldn't say what she felt in her heart, but Su Peizhen was naturally not afraid of facing Huo Yifan. She sneered. Her voice was very vicious.
"Young Master Ling is only so-so, and you, young master Huo, are even more so-so."
"Yes, Ling Jing is a bastard. He doesn't have a brain. He simply believes a few photoshopped photos. But who do you think you are, Huo Yifan?"
