The young woman straight ahead had a smile in her eyes and a mischievous curve in her lips. Her beautiful peach blossom eyes, however, emitted not a bit of warmth. Even against the backdrop of a sea of fire, she could not hide a lethal chill and danger.
Kathy slowly walked out from the crowd.
Staring at Jiang Ruan on the opposite side, she sneered, "You're young, yet incredibly capable. You're that little girl he brought back years ago, aren't you?"
She had known Bo Qingyu for quite some time.
Their enmity started when they were young. Many knew that Bo Qingyu had behaved strangely at the time, bringing back a little girl from abroad. But after a while, they stopped hearing about the little girl. It seemed as if Bo Qingyu had lost interest and discarded her.
Indeed, this wasn't his first time doing so. Whatever caught his attention, he poured his heart into it and spoiled it. But his interest was always fleeting—nothing could linger in his heart or eyes.
