As she spoke, her gaze was one of condescension, as if she had bestowed upon Yuanya a tremendous favor.
Yuanya's face turned ghastly pale in an instant. Her hands, resting on her lap, gradually clenched into fists.
She was breathing rapidly, humiliation washed over her like a tidal wave, again and again, pounding on her heart!
A bit dizzy, she involuntarily swayed...
Yuanya wanted to ask the woman, "What do you think I am?"
Lan Xiu's secret little wife? The third party interfering in his marriage?
She initially refused to get a marriage certificate with Lan Xiu and didn't even covet his wife's title, why would she crave to be his little wife?
Yuanya chuckled coldly, and said clearly and firmly, "I don't need it."
Sang Luo leisurely took another sip of her coffee. Now, she couldn't hide her scorn.
"Miss Yuan, why bother pretending in front of me? This tactic of feigning difficulty to increase desire, it might work on Xiu, but it has no effect on me."
