Cousin, it's my fault

Yang Liu-er curled her lips and smiled at Bai Fuxin, " "Cousin Yingluo, when did you come back? aunt didn't even tell me, Yingluo."

Bai Fuxin shot her a glance and replied indifferently.

"You shouldn't be asking me this question. You should ask your aunt to take a walk."

The smile on Yang Liu-er's face suddenly froze.

She clenched her fists, and her palms were sticky.

It had always been like this. This cousin of hers was always so high and mighty that she would sometimes say something that could completely shut people up.

He was cold and arrogant.

It was as if everyone should hold her in high regard and revolve around her.

What right did she have to do this?

Just because she was the only daughter of the Bai family?

Yang Liu-er concealed the unwillingness in her eyes.

She bit her lip, and a smile appeared on her face. She raised her head and looked at Bai Fuxin again.