Mu Qiu's expression also darkened, her face changed even faster than hers.
"What, have you proclaimed yourselves kings in this place? Speaking rudely and nonsensically—is that what makes you feel superior?
Also, if it's a man problem, go talk to that man. Although I may not let you talk to him, it's useless to bother me because—Cheng Zhirang likes me."
"Ha, Cheng Zhirang likes you?"
"Or does he like you? I've rummaged through his entire house and haven't seen this name, Lin Huanyue, nor a photo of you.
Why do you insist on showing up only when he brings me back to meet the parents, just to snag a bit of insignificant presence with me?"
Lin Huanyue looked coldly at her for a while, then said shortly after, "Sharp tongue."
"That sort of comment is usually used by seniors to criticize the young. Miss Lin, don't you read much news or books?"
