She shielded Xiya behind her and gripped Yang Xiang's wrist tightly.
"Yang Xiang, are you sure you want to fight me?"
The casual sentence froze Yang Xiang.
Looking into Jian Qing's dark gaze, the coldness in her eyes inexplicably scared her.
"Honestly, you're not as smart as your sister." Jian Qing casually stated, letting go of her hand.
Although Yang Lin resented her, she rarely confronted her face-to-face. In contrast, Yang Xiang, irredeemably foolish, insisted on stirring up trouble.
Yang Xiang's face turned black, glaring at her angrily.
Before she could react, Jian Qing pulled Xiya. "Xiya, let's go in. Looking at flies for too long can ruin your appetite."
Xiya turned to smile at Yang Xiang, "Goodbye, Miss Fly."
Yang Xiang clenched her fists, watching the private room door close. She stomped her foot in frustration.
Damned Jian Qing!
She returned to her private room, her high heels clicking angrily against the floor.
