Xu Siyao stood just a few steps away from Zhou Yun, smiling coldly, but even Zheng Xiaojue could tell that Xu Siyao's coldness seemed somewhat forced.
"Xiaoju, let's go up," Zhou Yun said.
Zheng Xiaojue immediately responded and was about to walk with Zhou Yun.
"Do you think you will always be this proud?" Xu Siyao's voice came from behind them.
Maybe she knew, maybe she didn't, but her voice was filled with a flavor called unwillingness.
The empty parking lot, which should have been bustling with cars coming and going, seemed to know that there were two women confronting each other here, or rather, one-sided confrontation. In the past minute, it had become as quiet as a wilderness.
Zhou Yun didn't stop her steps, but her voice flew firmly: "I will."
She didn't turn around, so she didn't see Xu Siyao's features contorted into a monstrous figure governed by anger and jealousy after hearing her confident "I will."
Zheng Xiaojue looked back and saw it.
