Yang Yuran seized upon the changes in appellations and asked coldly, "Not calling me 'you' anymore?"
"I certainly won't, you big villain, you'll get your comeuppance."
Xiong Caiyun had given up, answering furiously. Fan Sirui was very good to her in private, gifting her many expensive cosmetics and jewelry. There wasn't romantic love between them, rather they were like partners encouraging each other, advancing together.
She had long considered herself and Fan Sirui to be a shared destiny. If Fan Sirui's star path should end, she would quit as well.
"Hahaha~"
The sound of silver bell-like laughter floated through the room; Xiong Caiyun glared at the seductive woman like a ghost seeking life, viciously cursing, "Laugh, laugh, laugh yourself to death."
Bristling, she got up; she wanted to accompany her young master through his last night.
