Lu Wan Ruyi turned slowly, water still dripping from her fingers, and scrutinized the person speaking up.
There she stood.
Song Yaya.
Slender, elegant, and every bit as sharp as the first time they had met in the hall, it seemed like she easily composed herself and waited for this moment.
A fitted ivory dress hugged her figure, her hair styled to perfection. But it was her eyes that were cold, bitter, burning, that held the real venom.
Lu Wan Ruyi dried her hands calmly, her expression unreadable, and neither bothered with her presence. "Song Yaya."
"So, you are Song Yaya... Nothing special about you!" Lu Wan Ruyi wasn't fazed about her presence. She has seen real beautiful ladies just like her sister. She couldn't deny it; Shen Mei was a beautiful lady with a perfect body, gentle, and could win over several bunches of men.
