Zhong Xing's sharp gaze swept over, his eyes cold enough to make one's hair stand on end. He lowered his voice, his tone icy, "Leave! I don't need you to meddle in my affairs!"
"You're scared, I can feel that you're scared."
"Self-righteous woman!"
"Whether or not I'm self-righteous, you know in your heart. You're afraid that Sister Jiajia will fall for that half-blood man called Gerry!"
"Do you think saying this will make me see you differently?" Zhong Xing sneered, smiling sarcastically.
"I don't dare wish for you to look at me again now. I just want to tell you that sometimes a woman's intuition is very sharp. Tonight, being at Tang Huai's house, I could see that the way that man named Gerry looked at Sister Jiajia was unusual. I hope... you don't lose to him."
"Have you said enough? If you have, please disappear from my sight immediately!"
