Ning Xia listened quietly to Shi Jiayin's tirade, her gaze almost unchanging, calm without a ripple.
Her reaction was indeed beyond Shi Jiayin's expectations. At such a time, ordinary women would either be angry, sad, or embarrassed, yet she was so composed.
Was she so sure that Bo Siyan loved only her, or did she simply not care about what Shi Jiayin said?
A sense of wariness crept into Shi Jiayin's previously confident eyes.
This bitch was tougher to deal with than she had imagined!
"Are you done?"
Ning Xia folded her arms across her chest, tilting her head slightly, her eyes looking down at Shi Jiayin with what seemed like a trace of a smile, yet not quite there, "Strictly speaking, we are romantic rivals. Do you think… I would just take your word for it, and like a melodramatic heroine, foolishly let go, cry and give you my blessing, saying 'I wish you happiness' against my will?"
"…"
