"Pretty girl, there's a hierarchy among people. Those you mentioned can't even compare to one of my fingers, so how can they be mentioned in the same breath as me!"
Sun Yuhu laughed arrogantly, not caring that he was in Ye Tian's home, his eyes ogling Han Yichen's sensitive areas with brazen interest.
Han Yichen felt Sun Yuhu's almost devouring gaze and was extremely displeased, her anger causing her chest to heave.
"Hmph! Watch your eyes, or this young lady won't mind turning you blind!"
Han Yichen glared at Sun Yuhu with eyes filled with murderous intent, as if flames of rage could burst out at any moment.
She was the most pampered granddaughter of Old Master Han, and even after staying by Ye Tian's side, although he disciplined her, he was still very doting, allowing her to maintain the capriciousness and wilfulness typical of a young lady from a noble family.
"What? You dare to lay a hand on me?"