Faced with Lu Tianxing's completely indifferent words, Luan Hongyue was utterly stunned, unable to comprehend why Lu Tianxing would respond to her so directly.
It wasn't until Lu Tianxing drove off that Luan Hongyue came to her senses, stamping her foot fiercely as an uncontrollable rage bubbled up inside her. Ever since she was a child, Luan Hongyue had always lived amidst flowers and applause; countless men in Jiangnan wanted to be with her, but she ignored them. Now, when she showed kindness to a man, this man didn't even spare her a glance and seemed impatient. Faced with this scene, it was easy to imagine how intensely Luan Hongyue's displeasure and anger raged inside her.
"Fine, very fine, Lu Tianxing, Third Young Master of the Lu Family, I'll remember you. I'm telling you, this isn't over between us. I'll make you willingly bow under my skirt of Luan Hongyue and obediently follow my orders."
