"Gao Han, she's already someone else's wife. Can't you see the reality?" Ye Tianjiao looked at their tightly clasped hands, her face twisted with displeasure.
She couldn't understand what was so special about Ye Ranran. In terms of beauty, she was no match for her; in terms of talent, she couldn't compare either.
Why did all these men cling to her as if she was the only woman in the world?
"This is our business. You need not worry," Gao Han retorted coldly.
Seeing the disgust on his face, Ye Tianjiao felt deeply sarcastic, "What? You dislike me that much now? You can't stand seeing me?"
"If you already know, why ask?" Gao Han looked away, unwilling to gaze at her face that disgusted him even with a mere glance.
"What about my sister, Ranran? Doesn't she have anything to say to me?" Ye Tianjiao turned her gaze to Ye Ranran.
She detested her sister's aloof demeanor, appearing as if nothing in the world deserved her attention.
