A single sentence and a photo. That was all it took for the battle lines to be drawn between Su Li and Bai Zhiyao.
This round, Su Li had lost.
She ripped into Mo Xingyuan and He Xinyan, cursing them out completely.
The only thing that softened the blow was the fact that she didn’t love Mo Xingyuan anyway, so it didn't really matter. It was just Bai Zhiyao’s petty, underhanded games that had stoked
















