Yun Bixue's voice sounded cold and distant. Actually, facing Xiajun Yanwu, she really felt a sense of repulsion.
Become friends with her? That's absurd. She wouldn't become friends with someone who had designs on her Mr. Xie. Even if this person was a princess, she didn't care for it.
Xiajun Yanwu said slowly, "Yun Bixue, I think there's a misunderstanding between us. We'd better meet."
"Princess, there are plenty of people who wish to be friends for you. I said that you're out of my league. Moreover, I don't think I have anything to talk about with you, Princess. After all, there's no connection or implications between us, right?"
Yun Bixue silently endured things. Likewise, there was a firm and resolute quality in her—she was never a pushover.
If it weren't because of her pregnancy, she could easily have gotten the upper hand by striking first. She had long wanted to suppress this princess' power.
