"I hope you always remember your identity, and when something happens, don't act like a shrew here; what's the point of that?"
Ye Ranran spoke calmly, completely ignoring the murderous look in Gu Yan's eyes.
"Don't stare at me like that, you know I'm not a kind person. Right now, I'm just giving you a slap; later, I don't know what I might do."
Ye Ranran's expression remained unchanged, yet her gaze grew colder and a chilling aura enveloped her, like an unsheathed sharp sword, whoever touched it would get hurt.
Gu Yan didn't expect Ye Ranran to have such presence; she used to be beneath her, even if angry, she was not afraid of her.
How could a woman from a humble background compare to a general's daughter?
Even though Ye Ranran sometimes exuded an aristocratic air, she couldn't match her grace.
Yes, everyone thought she was gentle like water, calm and serene, though carrying a quiet aura, such temperament was far from enough in the Jun family.
