Jiang Zhiyuan's face gradually turned red as tears welled up in her eyes, and her nose turned sour. She bit her lips and tried hard to calm herself down, but her voice still had an obvious crying tone to it. "…It turns out that His Highness hates me so much…"
She originally came over happily and just kept thinking about what would happen after they met. These few years, she rarely came over; she hadn't met Rong Xiu in two years. She had imagined countless scenarios, but none of them was as embarrassing as the one before her.
Her face seemed to be on fire as it hurt with the burn. The surrounding people's gazes were like needles that pricked her body, and she wanted to disappear from this place immediately!
She never thought that he wouldn't leave her any leeway.
Compared to Jiang Zhiyuan's shock and pain, Rong Xiu didn't even take this matter to heart.
