Tian Mei clutched her hand, which had been scratched by a wolf pup. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she stared at Xia Xin. "You let your pet attack me on a live show? If I don't get a rabies shot, who knows what could happen? And if I do, it'll delay the production!"
Listening to Tian Mei, Xia Xin couldn't help but frown. Jing Mo, who was sitting beside Xia Xin, sensed her growing impatience. He interjected, "Tian Mei, it's your fault for touching her pet without permission. Xia Xin didn't encourage her pet to harm you."
The set fell into silence. Tian Mei was taken aback. She found herself thinking that if she ignored his harsh words, Jing Mo was still incredibly attractive. She apologized, "Jing Mo, I'm just in so much pain, I'm sorry."
Normally, an apology like that would evoke sympathy, but Jing Mo was different. What he detested most were pretentious people like Tian Mei—no royal blood, but a heap of princess syndrome.
