"Don't get it twisted; it's me who couldn't care less about that bitch, not the other way around!"
When the conversation isn't going well, why say extra words? Qin Jingyi shifted his gaze to the latecomer, Qin Yan, and with a lifted corner of his lip, he sneered, "Interesting, you came even later than me, the legitimate young master. Could it be that the Qin Family's days have been too comfortable, making you forget your own status?"
Qin Yan walked over with his hands casually stuffed in his pockets, his gaze unconsciously landing on the stunningly beautiful Yan Xiaye. His admiration was clear and unabashed in his eyes.
Just by features alone, Lin Yao's appearance was not inferior to Yan Xiaye's. Unfortunately, she lacked that ethereal quality, coming off as flashy yet vulgar. She was indeed beautiful, but not the kind to draw a second glance.
