"Oh! I thought you were a clay figure, but I didn't expect you to have quite a temper."
Wang Yan walked towards Hu Yue, her voice full of sarcasm, with a face of arrogance and disdain.
Tong Bingrong quickly stepped forward to stop her from approaching Hu Yue.
With an indifferent expression, his good upbringing suppressed the annoyance in his heart: "Wang Yan, that's enough. You should know her status. This marriage was arranged by my mother since childhood. There's no possibility with you and me!"
He spoke these words firmly and without doubt.
But hearing this, Wang Yan's perfect deep emotions quickly shattered.
"So what, your background cannot be matched by a country girl like her. You've never met her, how could you have feelings for her? It's different with me, Bingrong. We come from equally matched backgrounds, we have common topics, and our education levels are equivalent. We would definitely get along if we marry."
