Inherent breeding...
Yan Xiaye perceived the insinuation in Yan Shuirou's words with an almost smiling mockery, her gaze turned colder, "Yan Shuirou, how does it taste to be the discarded wife of the elite? Ah, my apologies, I forgot you have always proclaimed yourself as Young Madam Li. After all, Li Beicheng and I haven't even finalized our divorce proceedings yet."
Compared to Yan Xiaye's composure, Yan Shuirou hated it most when others—particularly Yan Xiaye—lightly mocked her current uncertain situation.
Her pretty face immediately flushed with vivid anger, mindful of the physical disparity between them, she dared not to proceed with any more attempts of violence, only gnashing her teeth resentfully, "Don't be so smug. I've heard that the Yin Family's trouble will soon be over. Once Miss Yin Mo returns to the country, your situation in front of Second Master Li might end up worse than mine."
