He Mengxue spoke as she passed by He Zhenxin and twisted open the door to the master bedroom...
"Hiding someone? Isn't your imagination too wild?"
He Zhenxin was genuinely angry, and her heart was in her throat.
She didn't even glance at He Mengxue and went straight to the wardrobe.
"He Mengxue, if you like Elliott, then go for him. What skill do you gain by coming here to mess with me?"
The words were merciless, especially paired with He Zhenxin's gaze, making the impact lethal.
"You..." He Mengxue looked all around without finding a trace of anyone, and hearing those words only fueled her rage.
"If you could win him over, I'd count it as your ability, but instead you came to provoke me!"
He Zhenxin crossed her arms and opened her mouth to speak again, practically driving He Mengxue crazy with anger.
"Have you never heard the saying? The barefoot person is not afraid of the one wearing shoes... Compared to a model He family daughter like you, and me, a latecomer..."
