"You." A hint of disdain flashed across Wang Qian's face. Even though she was proud and arrogant, she would not underestimate her opponents. Su Qingyu's talent in business was universally acknowledged. Similarly, despite being protective, she would not lie blatantly—compared to Su Qingyu, Wang Hai was leagues behind.
"Sister, you must help me, I'm your brother after all." Wang Hai's weak nature was fully exposed. Having been accustomed to the life of the Eldest Young Master, always getting everything handed to him, he had long desired Su Qingyu, a rare beauty.
"Stop it." Wang Qian frowned coldly, and Wang Hai instantly shut up, too terrified to even breathe. Provoked by Wang Hai, Wang Qian immediately felt she couldn't compare to Su Qingyu, as if Su Qingyu were a graceful swan, and she just a black widow.
"Okay, I won't say anymore." Wang Hai cowered instantly, and amidst Wang Qian's annoyance, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
