"I'm the one who deliberately arranged for Qiao Zishan and Song Wenrou to interact. It was all to humiliate you."
Ye Tong's head hung lower and lower. She had always looked down on Lin Mu, and not just because she felt he was unworthy of Song Wenrou. She had her own selfish reasons, too. Given Lin Mu's status back then, he couldn't have helped her at all, even if he did end up with Song Wenrou. On top of that, his grades were poor, and his future prospects seemed bleak. The men she met later, like Jiang Xia and Qiao Zishan—weren't they all far more outstanding than Lin Mu?
So, when she ran into Lin Mu again, she couldn't help but subconsciously mock him. It confirmed her belief that he truly was good for nothing.
But then came the martial gathering in River City and the battle on the Bolan River. Lin Mu had become the Master of the Three Rivers Area, revered by all as Master Lin.
At that moment, Ye Tong felt like nothing more than a clown.
