Cheng Weiyue unavoidably glanced over with curiosity; at the edge of the screen, she noticed a glimpse of a snow-white ankle, reminiscent of snow itself.
The high-heeled shoes were fastened with pearls, and the woman's slender legs were encased in a very high-quality, dark green cheongsam, truly captivating.
A glimpse gave away the woman's charm; she was as delicate and gorgeous as a blooming flower.
Cheng Weiyue thought that today, this girl was inevitably going to be bullied.
Yet, when the woman slowly started to speak with her clear, cold voice, it was filled with a touch of arrogance and mockery, "Who do you think you are to be yelling at me like this?"
Huang Yan was speechless for quite some time, obviously infuriated.
"Which entertainment company are you with? How dare you talk to me like this?" Huang Yan's voice shook with anger, she was clearly outraged, "You broke the antique vase I bought, and you still have the nerve to be so arrogant?"
