Yun Bixue saw the look of provocation on Meng Xinyan's face, and a tinge of disappointment flashed across her eyes. Indeed, the more she understood Meng Xinyan, the more she felt let down by Su Lenghan's taste.
She really wondered how Su Lenghan had developed such a preference. Meng Xinyan was so predictable; if she were a man, she would never like Meng Xinyan.
But contrary to what was expected, Su Lenghan regarded her as his precious gem.
As she took another look at Yun Mengshi's weak appearance, Yun Bixue felt livid. If she wanted to put on a pretentious front, she should put more skill into her act. How could she lose her wits with just one blow from Meng Xinyan?
