"Ji Ze!"
From a distance, Song Yan roared in fury, more terrifying than a tigress, storming over and pointing at Ning Zhilan to question:
"Who is she?"
Ji Ze thought to himself that this was bad, and he quickly tried to explain, "Xiao Yan, I've just met her, don't misunderstand!"
However, the explanation only made things worse, causing Song Yan to become even more enraged.
"You've just met and you can chat so animatedly, how big is your heart? Do I even exist in your eyes?"
"Xiao Yan, it's not what you think!" Ji Ze's ineptitude with words struck again, and he had no idea how to explain.
"Ji Ze, now I see your true colors."
Song Yan scoffed repeatedly:
"Yesterday it was Die Qianwu, and today it's some village girl out of nowhere. Do you think you can have them all?"
Although Ning Zhilan was nowhere near as beautiful as Die Qianwu, she was still fashionably dressed and had some good looks.
Song Yan called Ning Zhilan a village girl openly to mock her.
