Okay Wen Zhiyao, you take shots at me today, when I get a chance, I will not let you off so easily.
Jian Keyan, in her rage, started the engine, slammed her foot on the accelerator and the car shot out like a rocket.
In the restaurant, Jiang She wiped off a grease stain from Wen Zhiyao's mouth with a handkerchief, followed her gaze and reported, "Jian Keyan has already left."
Wen Zhiyao nodded faintly. Anything that belongs to her, or anyone near her, is seen as the best in Jian Keyan's eyes.
Always scheming to win her over.
I really don't know whether to say Jian Keyan is hateful or pitiful.
Her evaluation of what's good was all based on Wen Zhiyao's perspective, with no autonomy.
She's like a shadow of Wen Zhiyao, with no thoughts of her own.
"Jian Keyan has her sights set on you now, and I believe it won't be long before she strikes again. If you are tempted by her, I would give you my blessing and wish you happiness." Wen Zhiyao said magnanimously.
