Though time had etched lines on Bai Xiao's face, she remained stunningly beautiful. Compared to her youthful arrogance, she now possessed a more mature charm.
Ye Weining resembled her in appearance by seventy percent, but her personality was aloof, with a chilling grace between her brows, like a lotus in a pond, to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with.
The cool and distant little princess of the Ye Family was bowing her head, playing on her phone, pretending not to hear. In any case, she was deaf from the start.
Bai Xiao, red in the face with anger, pulled out her phone to message Ye Weining: "Stop pretending. You can at least see the messages I send, right? Tell me, did you get into another fight today?"
"Yes," Ye Weining admitted helplessly.
"I knew it!" Bai Xiao's hand trembled, almost dropping the phone.
Seeing Ye Weining had no intention of lifting her head, she continued typing to communicate with her daughter: "Are you hurt? Who did you fight with?"
