Gu Jiaojiao had only taken a few steps, so she clearly heard Song Lina's sarcastic words.
But she had no desire to turn around and argue. She knew she was once again the target of a beautiful woman's jealousy and hatred.
In her past life, her beauty and talent had always earned her the envy of ordinary women, the hatred of exceptional ones, and the adoration of men.
Now, being the object of a twenty-six-year-old beauty's jealousy only proved how outstanding she was.
Although Song Lina's attitude was infuriating, she didn't want to stoop to bickering with someone so self-important.
It would be beneath her. Besides, she was always either being envied or being hated.
Women were always pointing and whispering behind her back. She was so used to their words that she'd long since grown numb to them.
But while she wanted to let the matter drop, others wouldn't. Song Lina's husband came from a privileged background of high-ranking officials.
