At this moment, Su Xiyue was very angry. She knew that Ye Chen was bringing a friend over tonight, but Ye Chen hadn't said over the phone that it was such a beautiful woman.
After all they had been through, especially the life-and-death ordeal yesterday, Su Xiyue was slowly starting to find her place and was gradually blending into the role of a wife.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have personally prepared dinner to welcome Ye Chen's friend.
But to bring such a beautiful woman home, and with this attitude.
What was this supposed to be, a provocation?
"You are Persephone?"
Mei Ying's gaze was fixed on Su Xiyue, with a flash of admiration in her eyes.
"Persephone? That name again."
Su Xiyue frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Last time on the Victoria, Aesdor had called her by this name, but Su Xiyue knew nothing about it.
"Who are you?"
