Chu Qianli neatly packed away the silver needles and pulled her slipped dress back into place.
The collar was still slightly open, giving the impression of a disheveled appearance.
But the impression she gave off was without a hint of flirtation.
"Coming to find me so late, you couldn't be wanting to woo me, could you!" she scoffed coldly.
If Han Zhan could have glanced at her then, he would have found her words dripping with irony.
Unfortunately, he now dared not even look at her.
But her words sent him into a fiery rage in an instant, "You shameless woman! Why do you bully Chu Huaiyu?"
Chu Qianli thought there might be something new.
But it turned out to be the same old accusations.
She could not even be bothered to explain, "I'll bully whoever I please; what's it to you?"
"So, you admit it!" Han Zhan's heart sank abruptly.
Past instances of her bullying Huaiyu flashed back into his mind.