Yan Xintong truly felt like an idiot at that moment, played like a fool, while she previously thought so highly of her capabilities. She even imagined Qiao Xiguan coldly watching her incessant self-praise, with a sneer of contempt in her heart.
She swallowed hard, seemingly trying to control her emotions.
She was no match for Gu Zihan, did she actually think she could play tricks on Qiao Xiguan?!
She laughed, a cold laugh, as tears streamed down along her eye sockets.
Such helpless tears just kept falling pitter-patter nonstop.
Outclassed and ashamed beyond endurance.
Qiao Xiguan watched intently as Yan Xintong's emotions fluctuated and her tears kept gushing forth.
She must have cried a lot these days, for her eyelids were red with bloodshot eyes, giving her a somewhat fierce look.
