"Disfigured?" Xijian Liying raised her eyebrows again.
"Yes," She Yue said with a look of regret: "Sister Cuinong is such a beautiful person. I didn't expect that such a thing would happen to her. She is really pitiful."
Xijian Liying was not interested in her feelings, but he was slightly relieved after hearing that she was an insignificant prostitute.
Maybe it was just his illusion just now?
While thinking, She Yue's soft, boneless arms wrapped around her again.
Cui Nong had an angry look on her face, and her face was so dark that it could make her eyes water.
Walking into her room, she punched the table with her fist.
"Too much bullying!" she cursed in a low voice, her chest rising and falling with anger.
The maid next to her felt like she was pouring a glass of water for her.
She took the cup, drank the water, and then threw the ceramic cup on the ground so hard that it broke into pieces.
Yanran smiled lightly, stepped forward and said, "Girl, don't be angry!"
"If you are willing, I can treat your facial injury right away, so that you can be the most beautiful in the singing and dancing competition!"
Cuinong's eyes lit up as she was extremely upset by jealousy and irritation.
Suddenly he turned around, grabbed Yanran's sleeve and said, "As long as you heal my face, I can promise you whatever you want."
Yan Ran's beautiful eyes rolled, her chin raised slightly, and she said slowly: "I don't want much, I just hope that the girl will allow me to dance with you on the day you perform on stage!"
Cuinong raised her eyebrows and looked Yanran up and down.
This girl is indeed pretty, but not coquettish enough. His Highness the Crown Prince has always liked coquettish women.
If you want to seize the opportunity to climb the dragon and follow the phoenix, you don't have the conditions.
"What you want is that simple?" Her eyes were full of hesitation and inquiry.