Ji Nuan glanced at the jewelry display with disinterest. As a wealthy woman, she was accustomed to controlling things from a distance. "Why dirty my hands when I can pay others to do it?" she said, her gaze piercing into Li Na.
Li Na's blood boiled. She despised people like Ji Nuan—those who wielded power to bully the weak. "Miss," she spat out, "shouldn't you at least tell me the reason for this built-up hate? I deserve to know."
Ji Nuan sneered, her gaze sweeping over Li Na. "Yang Xing," she said slowly. "I'm sure you know her."
Li Na's brow furrowed; the name was etched in her memory. How could she forget when she'd once snuck into her bedroom?
"Family member?" Li Na asked.
But it was word was met with silence from Ji Nuan, who simply sneered, "Tsk, how ridiculous. Still as shameless as ever, showing no remorse when you took something that isn't yours."