Yue Ran stared at Jin Yao.
In the past, she liked those twinkling peach blossom eyes very much. But now those same eyes were looking at her, pleading for someone she despises.
Now those eyes could only arouse her disgust.
What has been done cannot be undone.
Jin Yao was suddenly filled with dread.
"You say that for your sake, I should not pursue this matter any further?"
Yue Ran spoke slowly, her voice calm.
"What face do you have to ask me to do things for your sake?"
Her rose-tinted lips curled into a charming crescent moon.
"Jin Yao, Jin Yao, do you think that since I have chased you for a few months that you thought that you now have so much face that I couldn't help but be at your beck and call?"
She narrowed her eyes dangerously, and a sneer appeared on the corners of her lips.
"Did you forget that I am the noble young lady of the Yue family?"
