An Ruoyao crossed her arms and walked towards Song Yaoyao maliciously, "So, what identity do you have to attend this banquet? Could it be that you're Mr. Huo's lover? Actually, you should really do a DNA test. What if Song Weiwei's parents are your biological parents?"
Song Yaoyao lowered her eyes and did not say a word.
However, An Ruoyao thought that she was feeling guilty, so she became even more proud.
"Did I hit the nail on the head? Song Yaoyao, are you afraid?"
Even someone as arrogant as her would be afraid?
How satisfying!
"Are you done?"
Song Yaoyao flicked the water droplets off her hand and lifted her eyelashes.
The young girl's eyes were black and clear like glass. There was no emotion in her eyes as she looked at her.
The anger, guilt, despair, and fear that An Ruoyao had imagined were all absent from Song Yaoyao's eyes.
