Fu Han had become even more beautiful than before. She wasn't wearing makeup, not even lipstick, yet she gave off the vibe of being fully made up—a true crystal-clear beauty.
There were many people in the cafe, and most of them had their eyes on Fu Han, a fact that drove Xia Ning mad with jealousy. She hated being ignored the most.
And it was as if she were cursed, whenever Fu Han was around, Xia Ning was the one overlooked.
She slammed her coffee cup down on the table, the light brown liquid sloshing dangerously close to spilling over the rim of the glass.
Fu Han also set down her glass. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as her grape-like eyes turned to Xia Ning, "Can you now tell me what you wanted to discuss with me?"
"I want you to leave He Xing." Xia Ning's eyes flashed with a dark gleam, her gaze fierce.
