"It's said that Chen Qianmo still cherishes her like a treasure, holding her in the palm of his hand every day?
Su Qianye looked at Yan Qingruo with some dissatisfaction, seeing nothing special in her beyond being a bit more petite, having fairer skin, and slightly larger eyes.
'So, you are Yan Qingruo?' Su Qianye's voice carried an unmistakable malice without any pretense of politeness.
Yan Qingruo responded with a touch of arrogance in her gaze, 'Who I am is none of your business.'
Even if she was terrified, she didn't want to concede in front of her enemy.
Su Qianye sneered coldly, 'Chen Qianmo's taste is really nothing special after all. Just an ordinary tramp.'
Yan Qingruo could clearly detect the barely concealed hostility in Su Qianye's words.
Could this woman be another one who harbors unrequited feelings for Chen Qianmo?
Yan Qingruo tried her best to conceal her fear, saying, 'That's for Qianmo to decide and choose whom he likes, it's his freedom.'