Jiang Yue only gave Yan Chun Hua a sidelong glance before turning around. Her expressionless face remained as if the woman in front of her had not insulted her.
She was already in the most luxurious shopping center in the country yet she was still recognized—by someone who was sick in the head, which was much worse.
She couldn't care less what Yan Chun Hua said since she knew what she was capable of with or without Luo Zhelan.
She would have responded only if the remarks were made by someone who had been or is a part of her life. Someone like Yan Chun Hua, on the other hand, is not worth her time.
Jiang Yue had hardly taken a few steps when her arm was grabbed.
Yan Chun Hua's hand hadn't even touched her skin for a few seconds when Jiang Yue suddenly turned around and grabbed the woman's arm as well and twisted it.
"Ah!"