Shi Su had already gone to the second floor, not looking back.
Although Chu Jiu followed behind in silence, she was still fuming, tearing a piece of paper into several pieces, as if wishing it were Xue Ling herself.
"I just treat it as a dog barking, didn't take it to heart, don't be angry." Shi Su comforted.
"I think she's filthy, dirtier than anyone, pretending to be a white lotus." Chu Jiu rolled her eyes, angrily drank a big gulp of tea in the lounge: "She just wants to climb high branches, but Mr. Yi wouldn't even look at her! The disdain in his eyes was almost as clear as X-rays. She really thinks highly of herself!"
Shi Su rubbed her temples.
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Outside the main entrance of Jiuyin Small Building, there was only one person in the black Bentley, a refined and upright man got out of the car, the winter sunlight filtered through the sparse branches on the roadside, falling like shattered gold on his shoulders.
