Lixue's fingers clenched around her glass, her eyes narrowing as she locked gazes with Yu Jia. The sudden vehemence in Yu Jia's words sent a cold shiver down her spine, but she didn't flinch.
Instead, she leaned forward slightly, her expression icy.
"You think I don't know what you're doing? You think I don't see how you've been using me all these years?" Lixue's voice was calm, but each word was a sharp cut. "I don't owe you or the Yu family anything. You took advantage of my kindness, and now you think I'll keep giving to you?"
