Anger

Her light voice carried a hint of intimidation. After she had spoken, she ignored Ruan Qiuxue's angry look, nor did she care who she was, she turned around and continued to walk forward. 

As Han Yucheng supported Ruan Qiuxue, he frowned and said: "Qiuxue, she didn't offend you, why did you attack her?"

When he saw the silver needle shooting towards the beautiful woman's acupuncture point on her neck, he was shocked and he didn't expect her to catch it. Moreover, what did she mean by once not twice? Could it be that Qiuxue had attacked her before?

Ruan Qiuxue held her trembling right hand and gritted her teeth, then she said with a cold face: "I just don't like her!"

She didn't like her! Han Yucheng's eyes had been fixed on her ever since she had appeared. She was jealous when she saw the obsession and infatuation in his eyes.