Everyone in the Sheng family stared at Sheng Yueyue, their eyes wide with disbelief. What on earth was she saying?
Sheng Shiwu was so angry he slammed his chopsticks down. A few strands of his hair stood on end, and he demanded in short, quick breaths,
"Yueyue, in what way is my eldest brother not as good as that pretty boy Song Zijin?"
"He can't compare in any way. That guy is…" Sheng Yueyue continued to munch on her meat bun, speaking without thinking.
'Huh? Wait, what are these three idiots so angry about?' She looked up in confusion.
Barely contained fury flickered across the faces of the three idiots, like a brewing thunderstorm. The skin at the corners of their eyes was pulled so tight it looked like it might split.
Their eyes were wide and round, like two small balls, glaring at her with disgust. The look was sharper than any knife.
