"Miss Ji, earlier I was blind to your brilliance, I hope you can overlook my past mistakes and not take them to heart." Song Jinwen said softly, someone who had always been arrogant and rarely used such a humble tone with others. It was like the sun rising from the west; Mo Pianpian secretly winked at Yi Peilan, this woman was about to cause trouble again.
"Miss Song is genuine in her feelings, how can there be any fault?" Yun Ya leaned against Yan Song's chest, heard these words and smiled.
"Today, Miss Ji taught me a lesson: there are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. It's best to be humble and low-profile. This time, I've brought it upon myself, I admit defeat, and I'm willing to apologize to Miss Ji. But as for the previous bet, I ask Miss Ji to spare me." Song Jinwen's nails dug deeply into her palm, the pain keeping her rational. Today she lost miserably, due to her own foolish pride, her self-righteousness, and underestimating her opponents.
