"I don't care. I just want Ji Yan!" Bai Youyou couldn't listen to Shen Hanxing at all. She covered her ears and shouted, "Get lost! I don't want to talk to you! You're very proud of stealing Ji Yan, aren't you? Do you think you have the right to criticize me and look down on me just because you're like this?!" She leaned against the edge of the rooftop. She covered her ears with both hands and leaned against the railing. The winter wind was very strong. It blew past her thin body, as if it could blow her off the roof at any time.
Bai Youyou didn't seem to notice the danger. She roared to vent the dissatisfaction and jealousy in her heart. "Let me tell you, Shen Hanxing, you're dreaming! Even if you marry Ji Yan, you're still trash from the slums. You're not worthy of Ji Yan. You're using Ji Yan's sense of responsibility to forcefully tie him to your side!"
