Sighing, Song Jianyi watched as Qi Yu blinked and ran off into the distance. With a sigh of resignation, she kicked the shoes beneath her feet. Suddenly, a cold breeze swept behind her. Instinctively, Song Jianyi tried to dodge, but her sportswear was forcefully yanked from her hand and thrown to the ground. A pair of sharp high heels stomped on it maliciously. "You wretched woman! Who gave you the audacity to embarrass yourself here?"
"Song Qianrou?" she questioned, wondering who could be so domineering. It turned out to be the second young miss of the Song family! Song Jianyi's lips curled slightly, mocking in nature. "Let me guess! You're so enraged because of what happened at the custom shop?"
"...," Song Qianrou remained silent.
"Xiao Jinqian saw me buying from a street stall, and you think I've tarnished the reputation of the Song family, so you're furious and want to confront me?"
"Jinqian doesn't like you! Haven't I warned you to stay away from him?"