Yi Qinghuan glanced at the person speaking.
It was a wealthy heiress who usually didn't get along with her.
Despite maintaining a decent facade on regular days, today she dared to directly tread on her face.
At the scene, there was no one willing to engage Yi Qinghuan. She had prepared many performances, but bringing them out now would only entertain others.
"I heard you arranged a pitch-pot game, right?"
The heiress acted like she didn't notice Yi Qinghuan's stiff expression, "Where is the pot?"
Yi Qinghuan gritted her teeth and smiled, "If Miss Wang wants to play pitch-pot, I surely have to oblige you. I'll accompany you."
She had a waiter bring up the prepared items.
Miss Wang dismissed it with a smirk, feeling disdainful, as if accompanying her was such an effort. She didn't even acknowledge who had invited her here.
She picked up an arrow and threw it, missing the pot's rim entirely and landing on the ground.
