"Miss Jing, are you alright?" a servant approached with concern, asking in a low voice.
"Get lost!" Jing Zhiyue roared, unable to restrain her emotions.
The servant left in fear, regretting why she even bothered. She'd always thought Miss Jing had the best temperament and cultivation, but it seemed they only knew her face, not her heart. In contrast, Miss Qin was much better, with a good temper and personality; she'd won everyone's genuine respect with just a few visits.
After Mo Qianlin and Mo Haoxuan finished their conversation and Mo Haoxuan came to look for Jing Zhiyue, he found that she had already left.
Mo Haoxuan took out his cellphone with a dark expression and dialed Jing Zhiyue's number.
Driving her car, Jing Zhiyue ignored the ringing of her phone, staring ahead with a grim look.
Overwhelmed by the hatred in her heart, she randomly walked into a bar and sat down.
"Beautiful, are you alone?" A man approached from the left, eyeing Jing Zhiyue's exquisite profile.