600, depressed

Zuo Lingxiang stood behind Mo Zhixuan, watching his retreating figure, her eyes filled with a subdued emotion, her expression somber.

"Sir, it seems like you just can't see me."

That's right, with Chu Jin, such a large vase around, it would be strange if the sir could see anyone else!

Though Chu Jin may lack talent, her appearance is second to none, with no one in Capital City to rival her beauty.

Not to mention, she herself was but the daughter of a mere servant.

The more Zuo Lingxiang thought about it, the more unpleasant she felt, as if acid was welling up inside her.

Why should Chu Jin hog all the good fortune to herself?

But soon, a satisfied curve appeared on Zuo Lingxiang's lips.

Chu Jin's time in the spotlight won't last long.

She was confident that once the sir saw those things, he'd kick Chu Jin to the curb without a second thought.

The look in Zuo Lingxiang's eyes brightened more and more, as if she could already see Chu Jin's miserable future.