"And what about you? Do you also regard Xicheng as your possession?"
Jiawei retorted defiantly, her gaze toward Yan Xi filled with hostility.
"No, Xicheng has never been my possession," Yan Xi answered frankly.
Jiawei was stunned for a moment, and her gaze softened slightly as she looked at her.
The wicked thoughts deep in her heart seemed to wither a bit in the face of that sincere look, and she found herself unable to meet Yan Xi's gaze.
Yan Xi's clear, black and white eyes coldly watched Jiawei.
"I would never do what you do, lie and ruin someone's life for my own selfish desires."
Jiawei felt pierced by Yan Xi's words, her chest heaving.
She took a deep breath, realizing that she hadn't gained any advantage since she encountered Yan Xi, and staying here would only make her feel more embarrassed.