"I didn't mean to avoid you; rather, it was you who kept painting Young Master Yu as a despicable figure in my presence,"
Mu Anran's expression was indifferent, her half-closed eyes carried a kind of innate arrogance, "Miss Xue, do you know? You really resemble a cast-off wife who's been abandoned."
Xue Murong's face suddenly changed; these very words had once been spoken to her by Gu Yichen.
"You must be very clear about the current situation of the Mu Family, right?" Mu Anran appeared quite content, "To someone like me, an orphan with nothing, encountering a sugar daddy like Young Master Yu, shouldn't I firmly grasp him in the palm of my hand? If you think a few sarcastic remarks could defeat me, I would have died hundreds of times by now. How could I still appear before you, causing you such trouble?"
Xue Murong's delicate eyes glared fiercely at Mu Anran, nearly grinding her teeth to pieces.
