Baili Yen let out a light laugh, filled with contemptuous sarcasm.
A surge of anger rose in Lin Ziran's heart. She stared directly at her and questioned, "Did you want something from me?"
Baili Yen's expression was indifferent, her slender fingers stirring the coffee in her cup gently with a silver spoon. "Miss Lin, you're clearly feeling guilty, yet you put on such a cold front. Aren't you tired of it?"
Lin Ziran gave a slight smile, "No, I don't feel guilty at all. In fact, facing you, I feel quite proud. I don't even need to regard you as a rival."
"Hahaha..." Baili Yen laughed, finding it amusing, "Usually, those who are humble act this way in front of someone noble."
"You're wrong," Lin Ziran said calmly, "In front of you, I feel very dignified because my man loves me very much. Even if you, with your esteemed status as a princess, threw yourself at him, he wouldn't want you.
