Coldness entered Xia Ling's eyes. "Xia Yu, I have no interest in your matters, don't pull me into the mix."
Xia Yu looked up at her with an innocent expression, the hatred that had flashed through her eyes disappearing in an instant. "Ye Xingling, how can you be considered an outsider? Since you've accepted Brother Ziheng's flowers, don't pretend to be all high and mighty here. For an artiste like you with no family or another strong backing, how can you really reject Brother Ziheng?"
It looked like she was well-informed in many aspects. Was it Pei Ziheng who told her, or Chu Chen?