"Why?" Li Yalong shouted, feeling quite favorable toward the young lady.
Yun Ya glanced around, her pitch-black eyes resembling a starry ocean, exuding a mysterious and profound light, seemingly drawing the soul in at a glance, radiant and breathtakingly beautiful.
"Because the genuine piece is at my house."
Yun Ya's gaze quietly fell on Ye Xiaoxiao, seemingly gentle yet sending a shiver down Ye Xiaoxiao's spine, a feeling only she experienced. Her hand under her sleeve clenched into a fist; Ye Xiaoxiao knew she had lost, but she wouldn't accept it. She sneered, "Ji Yunya, it's the one at your house that's the counterfeit. Losing is losing. I'm not one to hold a grudge, but your actions are truly shameful."
