Yang Ying felt that even those noblewomen, let alone the Young Master, looked down on her.
She had tried so hard to ingratiate herself with them, only to be used at their convenience and then discarded.
She caught sight of Yun Jiao and Chu Danning and quickly walked towards them.
She thought that perhaps only these two would accept her identity.
She bowed deeply and said with her head lowered, "Miss Gu, I'm really sorry. Earlier, I didn't know that when they called you over, it was to, it was to·······"
She couldn't continue, as she had vaguely known Yan Pei's intention, but couldn't afford to care just to ingratiate herself with them.
Yun Jiao waved her hand, "It's not your fault, come on, let's go admire the plum blossoms together."
She smiled at Yang Ying, "Oh, our cloaks happen to be the same color, even the floral patterns are somewhat similar."
Yang Ying hurriedly said, "If Miss Gu doesn't like it, I'll take it off."
