章 812: Throwing Salt On Her Wound

The girl who came up to help Diya out of goodwill did not expect that Diya would fall out with her just like that!

The girl was stunned. Her face turned red and then white. She felt extremely embarrassed.

In order to save her face, she could only add a sentence in embarrassment.

"Diya, don't be angry. Although that Su is arrogant, we all know that the high priest is going to announce today that you are His Highness' fiancée! You must…"

The girl kept on talking, thinking that she had hit Diya's mark. However, she did not know that she was actually throwing salt on Diya's wound.

A legitimate fiancée who had been appointed by the High Priest was actually inferior to a wild woman who appeared out of nowhere. Wasn't this worth being angry about?

The girl became more and more excited as she spoke. She even made various assumptions. What she did not expect was that Diya suddenly raised her eyes and glared at her fiercely.