Jian Meiyi sneakily glanced at Jiayi across from her.
She had thought she held a significant place in Huo Zhenyang's heart, but turns out it didn't matter at all.
Otherwise, why would Huo Zhenyang flirt with her right in front of that girl?
In Huo Zhenyang's eyes, there wasn't much difference between one woman and another.
Jian Meiyi wrapped her arms around his neck, no longer caring about the girl across from her.
Jiayi's fork slammed down with a bang, sinking deeply into a piece of steak that had been cut for her by the man.
Her action was somewhat rough, startling Jian Meiyi who muttered under her breath, "Can't even fork a steak properly, is this your first time at a high-end western restaurant? Hmph."
Jiayi curled her lips into a smile, "It's too tough, hard to pierce, blame me then."
Too tough? Jian Meiyi's expression changed suddenly. Was that a mockery of her age? She couldn't help but clench her fists.
