Ning Yan'er looked at Ning Wan's back, unable to stop herself from biting her lip, knowing a sharp pain was coming from the tip of her tongue, then tasting the flavor of blood in her mouth.
She had to admit, Ning Wan had certainly grown into her looks and was much prettier than her, because Ning Wan had a mother once known as the most beautiful woman in An City, and Ning Wan not only inherited that woman's beauty, but even surpassed her mother in her younger days. Thinking about this, her eyes darkened.
However, thinking about that woman's death, her lips couldn't help but curl into a smile, looking somewhat grim.
"Miss Ning..." A servant approached Ning Yan'er from behind, calling out softly, but with a tone still tinged with apprehension.
After all, this Miss Ning was the master's fiancée and very likely their future mistress, so she dared not offend Ning Yan'er.
