Wen Ting glanced lightly at Feng Yihuan, sneering, "What do you want from me?"
"Delete the post, and apologize!"
Feng Yihuan didn't want to waste words; if she deleted the post obediently, she'd let it go.
If she didn't delete the post, she wouldn't hesitate to wield her influence. Growing up, she'd never suffered such an injustice.
"Apologize? Why should I? Can you dare say you're not being kept? Otherwise, how could you get out of such a luxurious car?"
Feng Yihuan took a deep breath, "Which eye of yours saw me being kept? Wen Ting, I don't want to waste more words. I advise you to delete the post quickly."
Wen Ting had long disliked her, always putting on an air of being aloof as if nobody was good enough for her.
Isn't it just because she has a bit of beauty?
"I'm not going to delete it. Feng Yihuan, what can you do about it?"
