Han Panpan's rationality was completely consumed, jealousy, resentment, and love occupied all her emotions.
She thought of the Eldest Young Master's pampering towards the Young Madam.
If he could spare some of that affection for her, she wouldn't have wasted her days yearning for the Eldest Young Master like a cat on hot bricks.
Han Panpan clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth, almost making a decision at this moment.
An Xiangxiang, that little vixen, managed to make the Eldest Young Master remember her name, which showed that his love wasn't exclusive. She considered herself far superior to An Xiangxiang, and mesmerizing the Eldest Young Master wouldn't be a difficult feat.
With this in mind, Han Panpan casually picked up a cup, poured a glass of water, and charged upstairs without caring if it was warm.
