Ji Xinxin touched up the powder on her face, examining her beautiful features from side to side. Once sure that she was flawless, she finally lifted her eyelids and, through the mirror, looked at the man standing behind her, his face twisted in fury.
As if she hadn't seen the expression on his handsome face, her husky voice remained calm and composed, "If you have nothing else, please leave. I still have filming to do. As for our engagement, I can let you be the one to call it off. Pretend you're the one dumping me."
For Ji Xinxin, who was always proud and cared greatly about face, proposing such terms was already an extreme concession.
Yet, upon hearing Ji Xinxin's words, Shen Qian's lips curled, and what spilled out was a cold sneer, "So, I should thank you for looking after my dignity?"
Ji Xinxin didn't even blink as she replied, "If you really feel the need to thank me, I wouldn't mind."
