Sitting in the car, Qin Yuyan watched the receding figures in the Night Scene with a complex expression on her face, so angry she felt like she could shatter her teeth.
Qin Yuyan couldn't understand what was so good about Qin Yuji, to deserve such adoration and pampering from Young Master Chi, who was as lofty and dignified as an emperor.
Then she turned to look at Han Yifan, whose face was grimly cold, and felt not only as if her heart had turned to ice but as if her entire being were ensconced in frost, indescribably chilled.
They had agreed to spend Christmas Eve together, and she and Han Yifan had arrived at the shopping plaza before eight o'clock.
But who would have known, the entire parking lot didn't have a single empty spot.
