A Good Match

Everyone present could feel Yuan Sichun's hatred clearly.

Yuan Zhengchong looked at her intently and said, "Bo Jinchuan is treating you badly now. Do you still have feelings for him?"

Yuan Sichun shook her head. There was still unwillingness in her eyes, but more hatred.

"No, I want him to regret it! I want him to know how wrong he was to choose Shen Fanxing!"

Yuan Zhengchong narrowed his eyes and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Yes! That's right! You're the eldest daughter of the Yuan family, a woman he can't match up to in the future! In the future, he should submit to you!"

Yuan Sichun pursed her lips and gritted her teeth before lying back down.

Yuan Muchun stood at the side and watched the scene coldly.

Even now, the short man still admitted that Yuan Sichun was the eldest daughter of the Yuan family?

Had they ever thought about her feelings?

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It was a six-hour flight to Country Y.