She intentionally repeated herself.
Every single word grated on Nan Ying's nerves.
Nan Ying hadn't expected Su Ye to actually dare say such a thing.
After Su Ye finished speaking, she saw Nan Ying standing there, her body tense, and decided to leave.
Nan Ying grabbed Su Ye's wrist with one hand and yanked her back.
Her eyes were bloodshot. For some reason, she seemed truly desperate.
"Do you really think you've won? Best not to be so confident before it's all said and done."
Su Ye glanced at her captured wrist, then looked back at Nan Ying.
'For some reason, Nan Ying's tone is just like Su Qing's rightful wife, righteously lecturing some lowly concubine trying to seduce the master.'
Su Ye slowly pulled her hand back, the smile on her face fading and leaving it expressionless.
"You like Su Qing?"
Her blunt words pierced Nan Ying's heart in an instant.
