Cheng Sisi sneered, "So what if you suffer a little now? Once you marry into their family, Little Bastard—oh, excuse me, I mean the young master—is at your disposal, right?"
"Jiayin, you've endured for so long, do you really care about this brief moment?"
The gloom in Shi Jiayin's eyes didn't dissipate but grew colder. Her hands gripped her purse so tightly that the veins on the back of her hand stood out. "I used to not care, but now... things are different."
"Are you referring to... Ning Xia?" Remembering the intimacy between Ning Xia and the young master just now, Cheng Sisi couldn't help but narrow her eyes, "This Ning Xia is indeed not simple; it's my first time seeing the young master so enthusiastic. If I didn't know any better, I'd think they were the mother and son."
"Shut up!"
Shi Jiayin shouted sharply, startling Cheng Sisi. She stared at her in shock, seeing a ferocious twist on Jiayin's usually gentle face, which was terrifying. She immediately fell silent.
