Zhou Ting stared at her from head to toe, and then from toe to head.
She did not hide the surprise on her face: This woman is definitely not beautiful!
Yan Xixian's head was wrapped in gauze, and the faint dried blood stains on the inner layer of the gauze were clearly visible. Her eyelids were a bit swollen, her face was upturned, her complexion was sallow, her hair was messy, and the clothes she wore were ordinary in texture and style, especially her coat.
, already looked wrinkled, with no temperament at all.
She just stood there with her head lowered and said nothing, like a person who had been ill for a long time and was so haggard that she was in a mess.
Zhou Ting was originally aggressively trying to accuse her of being a "real" person, but she didn't expect that the "mistress" not only didn't feel proud at all, but instead looked like this.
It's like a strong man who punches down and suddenly finds himself hitting cotton.
Zhou Ting said calmly: "Sit down."
Her tone was not arrogant, but she was giving orders for no reason, just like a queen ordering the subjects around her. This woman's aura was exactly the same as Wang Donglin's. She grew up immersed in an atmosphere of extreme privilege, as if the world was full of
It's like they exist.
It is said that, like Wang Donglin, she started traveling around the world on her grandfather's special plane when she was only three or five years old. She has met leaders of many countries and was a guest at various banquets. She has a nanny to take care of all her basic necessities, including food, clothing, housing and transportation, even when traveling.
There were also several muscular bodyguards following him on this trip.
It's this damn feeling of superiority.
Yan Xixi finally understood why she hated Wang Donglin so much.
He and this woman were actually a match made in heaven, just right.
Especially the look in Zhou Ting's eyes at this moment was clearly that of a queen - if a concubine made even the slightest mistake in answering, she would be killed with a stick immediately.
In fact, she, Zhou Ting, is not qualified to point fingers here yet - but for a privileged lady like her, she is already used to it - regardless of whether she is qualified or not.
Yan Xixi didn't want to be fucked to death like her Zhou cousin's high school classmate.
So she just stood and glanced at Zhou Ting, but quickly lowered her head. Zhou Ting could see clearly that there was a faint bloodshot look in her eyes and she was listless, as if a person was very, very desperate for life.
How desperate must such a young woman be for life to have such indifferent eyes?
There is no life left at all.
Doesn't this look like a vixen who is proud of herself? On the contrary, she is more like the wretched chaff that was cast down.
Zhou Ting was secretly shocked: The woman who told Wang Donglin to feign illness and regret her marriage was really the woman in front of her? What is it about her that makes Wang Donglin obsessed with her?
If Yan Xixi is full of energy, as beautiful as a fairy, and has a sense of superiority from the very beginning, maybe Zhou Ting will be interested immediately - the problem is, facing such a sick woman, she is actually quite hesitant and doesn't know what to do.
What method to use: Before she came here, the dozens of methods her mother taught her didn't work, and it seemed like she couldn't win.
No, the legendary "vixens" who are favored by men are not like this at all.
She suspected that she had recognized the wrong person and confirmed again: "Yan Xixi, right?"
Yan Xixian nodded and finally sat down opposite her.
Zhou Ting looked at her in surprise: "Miss Yan, what's the matter with the injury on your head?"
