Mo Xuetong put the teacup she was holding onto the table heavily. He Yuxiu, who was fake crying, was startled. She could not help but look up at Mo Xuetong. Mo Xuetong's expression was dark and sharp. Her clear and beautiful eyes were as cold as ice.

"Second Miss He, keep your cleverness to yourself. I do not care if I am called a jealous woman and I don't care if people think that I am selfish. Don't waste your efforts acting in front of me and telling me tales. I will have ...