Fan Ying burst into laughter, a sound sharp and decisive, carrying an air of nonchalance, "Good, I like your temperament."
Yun Ya pursed her lips and smiled, instantly returning to the gentle and elegant Ji Yunya.
This Fan Ying was indeed a person of character.
Deep in thought, she raised her head, and opposite her, Ye Xiaoxiao also came over, surrounded by a group of girls, like a moon among the stars.
She walked up to Yun Ya, standing slightly taller which, though only by a little, gave a visually imposing feeling, as if she towered over others with her presence.
In an instant, Ji Yunya seemed just like a fragile little rabbit.
Ye Xiaoxiao's face bore a smile, but her gaze from high above was cold and indifferent, infused with a monarch's disdain, like a queen looking down at ants from her throne.
Such a look was truly nauseating.
