Yin Ruowei, lifting her skirt, caught up, and the hatred and anger that appeared on her beautiful, lotus-like face had not time to hide when Ming Ge turned around.
Ming Ge, shuffling in her slippers, stopped and lazily turned around, glancing sideways at Yin Ruowei with a cocked eyebrow, "What's up?"
Yin Ruowei, disgusted by Ming Ge's superior and disdainful attitude, her eyes turned slightly colder, "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?"
"About getting engaged to Brother Jinci," Yin Ruowei reminded, gritting her teeth.
Leaning casually against the wall with pale white and gold floral patterns, Ming Ge's posture was indescribably enchanting. She arched her eyebrows and eyes, fixing her gaze on Yin Ruowei, the mockery in her lazy eyes made the latter's hair stand on end.
It was not until Yin Ruowei pinched the palm of her hand and almost lost her temper that Ming Ge slowly exhaled four words.
"None, of, your, business."
