Pitiful

Bo Cixue looked at Ye Yiren in amusement, not knowing why the latter thought she could lecture her.

It was not her place to interfere in the matters between Ye Jie and her!

Bo Cixue stirred the coffee in the cup, her smile still on her lips, looking lazy. "Miss Ye, you should call me Miss Bo. After all, we're not that close, are we? Also, if you care about the Crown Prince, why don't you care about him in person? Why come to me?"

Ye Yiren looked at Bo Cixue's exquisite face. When Bo Cixue was still a teenager, the former knew that she would definitely be able to dominate the scene when she grew up.

Now that her facial features were no longer childish and tender, she was beautiful and pure like a snow lotus on a mountain. Indeed, a glance at her was enough to move people.

She could feel that Bo Cixue had never liked her. Of course, she treated her as a love rival. It would be strange if Bo Cixue treated her well.