The two walked out of the gate, and Ji Mingyue stopped, raised her head to look at Korea, and said directly, "Miss Korea, I will not agree with you being with our Chicheng. Today, in front of so many people, I have already given you face by not asking you to leave."
"Is it because my uncle made you disabled?" Korea raised her eyebrows, her tone certain.
The word 'disabled,' when heard by Ji Mingyue, felt like a knife stabbing into her heart, and her face instantly turned icy cold.
Before she could speak, Korea shifted the conversation, "If that's the case, I actually think Miss Ji should support me being with Mr. Ji even more. I will apologize on behalf of my uncle and take care of you."
Her attitude remained aloof, her tone lacking any sincerity.
Ji Mingyue sneered, "Miss Korea's comprehension and logical thinking, I really can't keep up with, but I'm sorry, our family doesn't lack servants to serve."
"I will change your prejudice against me."
