Yan Huan shook Su Muran's hand and reclaimed it before she could secretly squeeze it hard.
Lame. I have seen enough of that trick during my previous lifetime.
Su Muran could only retract her hand. Even her fingers felt awkward. She rubbed a finger on her own forehead and kept smiling in an attempt to hide her awkwardness.
"Forgive me, I didn't even recognize you at first because you got even prettier since we last met," she praised.
"Thank you," said Yan Huan lukewarmly.
The rest of Su Muran's words were stuck in her throat.
Anyone else would have returned the compliment and said something along the lines of "You have gotten even prettier too!", but "Thanks" was all Yan Huan said.
Was she a narcissist, or was she looking down on her?
