Hana Yun's voice grew softer, as if filled with some kind of allure.
"Hana Yun, they are my guests. Don't go too far!" Sehyun Wang warned coldly, her face turned cold.
Hana Yun gave her a casual glance, twirling a strand of hair around her jade-like finger, and said nonchalantly, "What? Are you so afraid I'll steal your 'guests'? It's not like it's the first time. We're cousins, after all. It wouldn't hurt to let me have them a few times."
"I wish I weren't your cousin!" Sehyun Wang was infuriated.
It was precisely because it wasn't the first time that she increasingly despised Hana Yun.
This woman knew Sehyun Wang also appreciated beauty very much, and every time she invited a good-looking people to her mansion, Hana Yun would come over and steal them away.
Several times, people who had been staying with her left after Hana Yun privately promised them benefits.
