Seeing this, Ye Ranran raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a seductive and roguish smile. Tilting her head slightly, she spoke in a male voice, "Ming Shu, my beauty—why is it that every time I steal something, I always run into you? Truly fated enemies…"
Ming Shu maintained her usual virtue of silence, her deep gaze resting on Ye Ranran, and finally, with a faint flick of her finger.
A clicking sound echoed…
Standing beside Ye Ranran, Jiang Ning sensed something was off and immediately rushed forward, spreading her arms to shield Ye Ranran.
"What are you planning to do to her?" Jiang Ning demanded.
Anger flashed briefly in Ming Shu's brown eyes as she swept her gaze over Jiang Ning in disgust from head to toe. Her brows furrowed, and her crimson lips pressed into a thin line of frost.
Ye Ranran quickly pulled Jiang Ning back, positioning herself protectively in front of her. Eyeing Ming Shu, she carefully observed her expression.