Looking into those cold yet arrogant eyes helped Han Se-Yeon realize something. And that was…0

…This woman, Choi Yeon-Ha, was not a good person.0

No, it was worse than that. The icy coldness in those eyes was infused with vindictiveness. Han Se-Yeon had no talent for evaluating a person's character based on their outer appearance, yet Choi Yeon-Ha's eyes were still icy enough to give her deathly chills. In other words…0

Choi Yeon-Ha wasn't even trying to hide her hostility toward Han Se-Yeon!0

Han Se-Yeon reflexively swallowed her saliva. Confronting Choi Yeon-Ha in a confined space with no one else around was incredibly pressuring. Those who hadn't experienced it would never imagine how intense it could be.0

Han Se-Yeon subtly bit her lips.0

‘So what? You might be famous, but that means nothing to me!'0

She forced her unwilling lips to part.0

“You’re a lot different from what I imagined.”0

“Oh, really?” Choi Yeon-Ha spoke, her voice much gentler than what her expression might suggest. “In what way?”0

“If you really want to know…” Han Se-Yeon didn't back down and stared straight at Choi Yeon-Ha. “You're shamefully petty, I guess?”0

Choi Yeon-Ha grinned as if she had found something quite funny. “You saw right through me.”0

“You aren’t going to deny it?”0

“Why would I?”0

With Choi Yeon-Ha counterattacking this way, it was Han Se-Yeon who ran out of things to say...0