Immediately after, Mu Yin didn't give her the chance to speak, she harshly and mercilessly said, "First, I was here before you, and second, as you've said, we're only tentatively related, which means you're nothing at all. With what status do you speak to me here? Is this how your high-end store treats its customers?"
"You..." Jing Wanlan trembled with anger. It was the first time she had completely lost control of her emotions, her chest heaving erratically, wishing she could tear the wretched woman in front of her to shreds.
"Is it worth it to get this upset over a man who hasn't spoken much to you, who doesn't even reply when you lower yourself to message him?" Mu Yin looked at the girl in front of her, who had completely lost her ladylike image, with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.
"You know?" Jing Wanlan's eyes narrowed to the extreme, her embarrassment and awkwardness momentarily transforming into endless jealousy.
