Faced with Ling Tianya's question, Yu Meizi's body trembled. She groaned. She realized that what she had just said was a bit hurtful, but it was the truth.
"I... I owe you, but I can't make it up to you now," Yu Meizi said in rigidly. The fleeting softness and guilt were quickly replaced by the miserable look of Zhang Zihao.
"Make up to me? I don't need you to make up to me." When Ling Tianya looked up, there was no emotion in her eyes. When she looked at Yu Meizi, it was as if she was looking at a stranger.
That look made Yu Meizi feel flustered and it stung her, but at this point there was no turning back. "Regardless whether those people were arranged by you or not, I am asking you to stay away from Zhang Zihao. He is an innocent child. Whatever problem between us, you and I will solve it. Don't hurt him!"
