Paused for a moment, Shu Jiaojiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, letting out a faint smile. In her eyes seemed hidden a sword steeped in poison, which made Xia Yichu suddenly realize that the woman before her might be even more ruthless and terrifying than Shen Sirui.
"Xia Yichu, do you know... where the difference between you and me lies?"
Xia Yichu still did not answer.
Yet, Shu Jiaojiao grew more and more animated.
At this moment, she intended to take all the "humiliation" Bei Lingfeng had imposed on her and unapologetically replay it on Xia Yichu.
She retracted her fingers, turned around gracefully, and walked towards her seat. As she walked, she casually said:
"The difference between you and me is that... you, Xia Yichu, are forever thinking about how to cling to men to make a life, how to drive away all the women around the man you want to cling to, just like a concubine in the harem, green with envy, because..."
