Ye Xiaoyu felt as if she had been struck by lightning!
No wonder!
No wonder everyone told her she and Anjue were not a match.
Anjue's status was something she couldn't possibly aspire to.
So... he was that noble!
Ye Xiaoyu's eyes were filled with despair and sorrow, all of which brought An Xiao delight.
She had lost miserably to Ye Xiaoyu, and seeing Ye Xiaoyu in despair made her happy.
An Xiao's eyes flashed with hatred, especially towards Ye Xiaoyu's face, which she particularly loathed.
With a raise of her hand, she slapped her.
The sound of the slap echoed in the air, deafening.
Ye Xiaoyu, feeling dazed, was knocked onto the sofa, her cheek burning with pain, though it couldn't compare to the ache in her heart.
She hadn't had the chance to apologize to Anjue, hadn't had the chance to tell him she misunderstood him.
Anjue...
At this moment, the door opened and Chen Ming appeared at the entrance.
