"Wanyun, what's wrong?" Ji Ze's heart ached.
"I didn't…" Su Wanyun shed a tear softly. "I didn't want to get Xiting. They said that I wanted to... I want to be a mistress. No, I don't have that kind of intention. How can I be a third party…
"I just… I just don't think that Beisheng is worthy of Xiting. Think about it, what kind of person is Xiting? Is the powerful Ninth Master worthy of an ordinary woman?
"Beisheng doesn't have anything, doesn't know anything, and doesn't have anything that she can take out. How can she be worthy of Xiting?
"I just want Xiting to know that he and Beisheng are not suitable, but he has been misunderstood by so many people…"
The more Ji Ze listened, the angrier he got. "Ye Beisheng is narrow-minded. How can she compare to you? What did she know? She doesn't know anything! Wanyun, the fashion show is coming up in a few days. I heard that Ye Beisheng has also submitted an application. What do you think she can design?"
