The anger on Chi Yun'er's face hadn't faded as she retorted, "Who do you think you are?"
"I'm the one who never had any interest in a moocher like Jiang Zishi from the very beginning. How did I suddenly become the one who's clinging to him?"
"And another thing—what do you mean, I'm just settling? Brother Hua is leagues better than Jiang Zishi!"
Bian Yumin sighed softly. With Chi Yun'er's attention fixed on her, she subtly guided her toward a darker corner.
Holding a handkerchief she'd prepared earlier, she tied it to a small branch behind her back. To any onlooker, it would simply look like the hem of her dress fluttering in the evening breeze.
Chi Yun'er was tense, her full attention captivated by the woman before her. She didn't notice the other's subtle movements, but her face was etched with displeasure, determined to win the argument.
