Sun Shuxian's face turned pale once again, nearly gasping for air in anger, "Second Young Master, how could you say that, last night clearly..."
His words, although domineering, were delivered with a tenderness that seemed to drip with sweetness, and anyone could hear the ambiguity and indulgence in his voice.
Especially the last sentence, which clearly had implied meanings.
Anyone could tell who he was referring to as 'the blind thing.'
Most importantly, he had not glanced at her once from start to finish, treating her completely like air.
This was unbearable for her, who had thought she had soared to the high branches by obtaining his favor. And on top of that, to be humiliated by Tang Qingyue in front of so many people was a severe blow for her, practically unbearable.
In the future, how could she mingle in the circle of high society ladies?
