The room was utterly silent.
Xu Yangyang thought Ye Yuwei was the type of woman who was easily swayed by money, someone she could control and manipulate.
She had never imagined encountering a woman as formidable as her.
Every word from Ye Yuwei was like a poisonous needle, piercing her all over.
Ye Yuwei calmly stood up from the sofa.
Already taller than Xu Yangyang, she looked down at her with an air of superiority.
Her gaze carried a hint of coldness as her lips curled into an icy smile. She spoke slowly, emphasizing each word: "Some women would lose their minds to become Long Zitao's plaything, offering themselves up for free, and he wouldn't even bother. Xu Yangyang, you are not even worth as much as a groupie's van."
"Ye Yuwei, I'm done putting up with you."
The girl, pampered as a princess both at home and out in the world, erupted in rage.
Her face became increasingly distorted with anger, and one of her arms tensed, ready to strike.
