There was a fawning expression on He Yuyan's face when she looked at Han Qingshan, yet moments after, when her eyes spotted Jiang Yingyue, those eyes turned hostile and filled with malice.
Her elegant demeanor was scrunched up and ugly. Her face, which had make-up heavily applied all over, was so filled with disgust, loathing, and hatred that it was impossible to hide it in time.
"I say, Young Master Shan, yesterday you had brought this commoner to the cafe to give him a cup of coffee, but does he really have what it takes to appear here? He is clearly freeloading off your money and reputation, and he would obviously not even be allowed inside were it not for you.
"Tell me honestly, does this commoner have something you need from him? Does he have some sort of hidden treasure that can assist Imperial World or the Han Corporation somehow?"
The scions behind He Yuyan were all stupefied when they heard her voice turn from being coquettish to becoming shrill like a shrew.
