Yu Ruohuan crossed her arms and looked at Xiang Chenyan with a leisurely air.
Xiang Chenyan's gaze swept past Jiao Long and landed on Yu Ruohuan's face.
"Miss Yu, sorry to disturb you."
Yu Ruohuan's lips curled slightly.
In this world, stubborn people will only learn to compromise after running into walls enough times, until their heads are bloodied and bruised.
Xiang Qingtian? His so-called pride is nothing remarkable.
Xiang Chenyan hesitated briefly, then said to Yu Ruohuan, "Justice may be late, but it will never be absent. Apart from your surname, you're completely useless."
With that, Xiang Chenyan didn't spare her another glance and turned away decidedly.
Yu Ruohuan was momentarily stunned, then laughed in exasperation.
"Did he just insult me?"
Jiao Long and Yun Long simultaneously lowered their heads, not daring to respond.
