Yu Jingrong took a look at her raised eyebrows, finding it utterly hilarious. Giving a cold smirk, she replied dismissively, "No need."
She turned to leave, but Xin Xiaozhen stood in her way, "I just wanted to be friends with you. You're so cold. Aren't you afraid I might seduce your man?"
Yu Jingrong was speechless, looking at her in disbelief. Is this her idea of friendship? And this notion about sleeping with her man? Wasn't she supposed to be a lady?
There's no denying that Xin Xiaozhen was quite interesting. If it hadn't been for their unpleasant interaction just now, Jingrong might have considered making friends with her. But she disliked Xiaozhen's arrogance intensely, since Jingrong herself was a proud person too. Not to mention the woman who inexplicably mocked her earlier.
Xin Xiaozhen, noticing that Jingrong's face had turned sour, teased, "Ha, I was just joking. I haven't actually seduced your man yet. Look at you, you're pale with anger."
