Xie Yunzhen's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Mingzhu also felt a chill down her back.
Annoyed with herself, she had again vented the resentment of her past life on the Xie Yunzhen of this life.
He was the Princely Heir of the Duke Mansion, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, young and promising, while she was just a guest.
Where did she get the right to disrespect him?
Mingzhu felt bitter inside. She had already taken the initiative to avoid him, so why wouldn't Xie Yunzhen let her be?
Her grievance turned into moisture, welling up in her eyes, aching with the urge to cry.
But she didn't want to show weakness in front of Xie Yunzhen.
This tactic was useless.
The more she appeared weak, the more brazenly Xie Yunzhen would bully her.
Mingzhu lowered her eyes, and the distance between them was not far. From Xie Yunzhen's angle, he could only see those long crow-feather-like eyelashes.
