Su Zixi pursed her lips and opened her eyes to look at him, "Jingyao, do you really not think... I'm very useless...?"
The events of tonight had indeed dealt her a significant blow.
The most frustrating thing for her was that she didn't even know where she went wrong.
Perhaps... the fundamental reason was that she simply didn't belong to this class.
If she were just Su Zixi, she wouldn't have qualified to enter the President Mansion; it was the identity of Young Mistress He that allowed her in.
Even though there was such a distance between her and He Jingyao, he never felt anything was wrong, and was always consistently good to her.
If it had been in the past when she was the only one, then it would be fine, but now he clearly had better options.
Su Zixi knew very well that she... genuinely wasn't that great.
He Jingyao gazed at her slightly defeated little face, his eyes dark and soft.
