Whoever Wins the Fight Is the Boss

Wen Xinya bowed to Duke Moville courteously. When she was rising from her seat, she sensed that Mr. Wei, who had been focusing on the chessboard, glanced at her with a curious look in his eyes, making her feel a little bewildered.

By the time she looked up, Mr. Wei was already staring at the chessboard and fiddling with the chess pieces. It was as if she had hallucinated and imagined it. Wen Xinya's guard went up.

People who can hide their intentions are the most terrifying ones.

Wen Xinya drew the bead curtains open and walked away, the crisp and clear sounds of the beads ringing in her ears.

As soon as she exited, she ran into Avrora.

She glanced at Avrora calmly before looking away.

An icy cold gaze formed in Wen Xinya's eyes. Avrora was never one to hide her emotions, and her jealousy towards Wen Xinya knew no bounds. Yet, she was being so mysterious today. What was the reason?