"Miss Ye's congratulations seem rather forced. Are you truly happy for us?" Yang Meilan changed her tone, her words becoming somewhat sharp.
"What does Miss Yang mean by that? Of course, I'm sincere." Ye Mingmei was slightly taken aback, looking up in confusion at Yang Meilan and catching the hostility in her eyes, narrowing her beautiful eyes.
"Do you think I like Yu Xiuzhun?"
Ye Mingmei suddenly understood.
So Yang Meilan wasn't here to see her today; she was still brooding over the incident at the party and came to intimidate her?
"Isn't it true? Miss Ye, one must learn to cherish what they have. I can see how good Mr. Jin is to you, so why reach for what's beyond your grasp? In the end, it's all in vain and not worth the cost."
Yang Meilan stepped forward, standing beside Ye Mingmei's bed, looking down at her from above.
Her sharp gaze carried a hint of provocation.
