Jiang Meng wouldn't be swayed by such a person. She just smiled slightly, "The look of jealousy on your face is really ugly."
"Who's jealous? Who are you saying is jealous? I wouldn't be jealous of a clingy girl like you! Don't think you're special just because you're hanging out with Qiao Qiqi and got close to a rich second generation. I look down on people like you the most!" Xia Lulu retorted fiercely.
The girl with her felt utterly embarrassed; she shouldn't have been hanging out with Xia Lulu. Wasn't this just asking for trouble?
Jiang Meng was right; it wasn't just jealousy—it was driving her crazy with jealousy!
"Xia Lulu, you better go and look in the mirror before claiming you're not jealous. That face of yours is twisted with jealousy," Jiang Meng said, then headed upstairs, thinking that talking more to this kind of person was just idiotic.
