Lin Zhiyi looked at the approaching Song Wanqiu with utter indifference in her heart.
She sat up straight and glanced at Song Wanqiu's injured hand, letting out a cold chuckle, "Are you done? It must have been hard for you, being injured and still not forgetting to come chat with me. How inconsistent with your dainty persona. Now is the time for you to be lying in bed, crying piteously."
Lin Zhiyi ridiculed her pretentious behavior.
Song Wanqiu's lips quivered, and she said through gritted teeth, "I can't outdo you who, on the surface, want to sever ties with the Third Young Master. But behind the scenes, you seduce him at every opportunity, playing a game of cat and mouse which you seem to have mastered."
"What's wrong? Want to learn?" Lin Zhiyi asked with a smile.
Song Wanqiu's face was flushing with anger.
Her mind was filled with the scene she had witnessed outside the wine cellar.
At that time,