Plagued by insomnia, Fu Rui had grown thin and haggard, and she usually didn't like to go out. Locked up at home, her temper became increasingly irritable, and after her outbursts, she was even less inclined to leave the house. Now, rumors about her were swirling all over her social circle, anyway, none of it was kind.
He Yiran had heard bits and pieces, too. If it weren't for the fact that she simply couldn't climb up to the Fu Family, she definitely wouldn't have chosen the Guo Family first. But now, glancing at Tan Jia again, she felt uneasy. If only he wasn't so busy, she wouldn't have had to take such a roundabout route. When all's said and done, it's Tan Jia's fault. At this point, her gaze at Tan Jia wasn't so friendly anymore.
But how could Tan Jia possibly understand He Yiran's sudden shift in attitude? He silently sipped his coffee, looking utterly relaxed, which only made He Yiran more annoyed.
