Xia Ruoxin caught the hatred in her eyes. She knew.
As step-sisters that grew together, nothing could escape Xia Ruoxin's eyes. Xia Ruoxin knew exactly what Xia Yixuan was thinking and scheming.
"Sorry," she pushed her hair behind her.
"I don't have any interest in Chu Lui; neither am I interested in the Xia household's assets. So this deal…" Her voice was lazy and casual—but attractive.
"Ms. Xia, your conditions are not good enough so there's no need to continue."
She stood up and picked up the portable lamp.
"What are you doing?" Xia Yixuan screamed again, her voice hoarse like sand.
"Nothing, I'm hungry. I'm going out to eat." Xia Ruoxin turned and left. She did not have any sympathy because Xia Yixuan did not deserve it.
"Lu Xiaohua, come back. Get back here…"
