Temir fiddled with the steamed egg Cheng Daqi had passed over with his fork and glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
She wanted to laugh because Cheng Daqi really had noticed her efforts. Losing in their outfit clash wasn't because the raven-haired rich lady wasn't pretty, but because she hadn't dressed up to look pretty today.
But Temir also felt that she should maintain an air of anger to do justice to what she'd gone through that day.
First, she had been given a few soft rejections by Lisa, suffered a loss at Zhao Hongjin's hands, and then was wronged by Cheng Daqi on top of it all.
Who wouldn't be angry in her shoes?
'Guys, she's really different, so unlike those other two. She's like one of those sculpted goddesses.'
'Beggar King has angered this raven-haired beauty, and now he's trying to coax her. Their relationship is definitely not simple.'
'Swallow, don't give in to him, absolutely don't let him, he can't be allowed to get a taste of victory.'