Chi Huan's involuntarily raised heart was thus let go as she watched Su Yabing enter with indifferent, cool eyes.
She wore a white lady's dress, her black hair soft and draped over her shoulders, exuding a pitiful tenderness. Her face bore a constrained smile, revealing her nervousness and unease.
Ou Qin's smile didn't falter, "Miss Su, please take a seat."
Su Yabing carefully sat down, bowing slightly and smiling towards Ou Qin, "Miss Ou, hello,"
Then she turned to look at Chi Huan, but the latter's indifference was too aloof. Su Yabing seemed somewhat helpless, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself, ultimately remaining silent.
Since Su Yabing's arrival, Chi Huan had maintained a barely noticeable silence, her rosy lips always hinting at a faint smile, but she barely looked directly at Su Yabing, let alone spoke to her.
This was a disdain and disgust that was clear to any discerning eye.
