She meticulously searched her mind but could not find any information on how she had offended Han Xiaoxiao.
When had she offended Han Xiaoxiao?
It shouldn't... right?
She had never offended Han Xiaoxiao.
"Miss Han, do you know Gu Yanting?"
Watching Han Xiaoxiao's disdainful expression, Zhuo Ya seemed to have realized something, and she suddenly grabbed Han Xiaoxiao's wrist, asking her.
Han Xiaoxiao's eyes grew dark.
She looked at Zhuo Ya and sneered, "I know him, sure."
"But why should I tell you?"
Han Xiaoxiao swept Zhuo Ya's hand away with a look of disgust.
Zhuo Ya was almost thrown to the ground by the force of the push.
"Do you have feelings for Gu Yanting?"
Han Xiaoxiao's expression was clearly one of jealousy.
A woman always understands another woman better after all.
Han Xiaoxiao glared with a stern face, saying fiercely, "Shut your mouth."
"Even if I do have feelings for Gu Yanting, you've already killed him."