Lin Banxia strolled lazily to the doorway, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. Her gaze was cold and indifferent as she stared at Lin Shiyi, who was decked out head to toe in designer brands, reeking of the latest luxury perfume, and exuding an air of smug arrogance.
Lin Shiyi had finally seized the upper hand. She stared down at the plainly dressed, bare-faced Lin Banxia with haughty disdain. "You're no longer the young mistress of the Huo Family, and you've even saved on dressing up. Truly suits your cheap, low-class vibe."
"Lin Shiyi, don't get so pleased with yourself. Even if I'm divorced from Huo Yanting, it'll never be your turn," Lin Banxia shot back in the same tone.
