Under the watchful gaze of the superior that had already accumulated a commanding presence, Miss Biqi felt somewhat uncomfortable, shifting her body and slightly changing her sitting position to tens herself up again.
"Do you intend to treat yourself and me as goods that can be freely chosen by Fraser? Biqi, is your value merely to serve as an embellishment or trophy in some man's life?
I heard you've studied history at the Shardo Peninsula, but if Professor Malcolm heard what you just said, he would certainly be very disappointed.
I told you from the start, Biqi, I don't like Fraser.
Even if I did like him, I wouldn't ask you to step aside to make us happy. One's happiness should not be built on the destruction of another's happiness, and right now, you are his fiancée!
So, show some spirit, don't act like a defeated kitten.
That style doesn't suit you."
She put down her glass and took Biqi's hand in hers.
She spoke earnestly:
