Malice

Su Xinyan's eyes flashed with a touch of annoyance.

Lin Siya, what a fool.

She took a deep breath, trying to control her emotions and conjured up a gentle but slightly stiff smile, patted her hand, and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, Siya, it was just an unintentional remark, Iydia won't blame you for it."

Lin Siya's eyes reddened anxiously as she asked:

"Really?"

Su Xinyan nodded, but inside she couldn't be more disdainful.

Iydia doesn't have the time to bother with an unknown little eighteenth-liner like you.

Thinking too highly of yourself.

Faced with Su Xinyan's affected demeanor, Su Ran was indifferent, and Ye Zhichen was contemptuous.

She looked at Gu Heng, whose expression was unclear, and said sardonically:

"What do you think, President Gu, are you still buying? Iydia's latest haute couture, there are only two pieces in the entire country; you're getting a good deal."

Gu Heng looked grim, his expression was gloomy, but he was helpless.