"You couldn't even handle Yuan Jiayin, how can you cope with me? Your stubbornness will only lead you to a more disastrous downfall." He watched her obstinate expression, a flame of anger kindled within him, finding it laughable.
"I know that you look down on me; in your eyes, I am nothing but the weak, always beneath you, trampled under your feet, never able to challenge you." Ye Lu gave a bitter laugh.
"You think you are worthy of being Jun Huang's rival?"
"I didn't before, because I was always inferior to you, I was your slave. But now, I'm crawling up, step by step, one day, I will stand before you, become your rival, defeat you, and make you taste the agony of defeat."
Her eyes became slightly red, but she held her head up high, her force not backing down.
Third Young Master Jun was stunned. He had never seen such a strong-willed look in her eyes, challenging him heedlessly.
