Lin Yi instinctively disliked Zhao Ziqi, but she wasn't familiar with her. Although she sympathized with Lu Chaoqun, she wouldn't rashly stand up for him.
After all, she was just an outsider.
However, her words at this moment simply made her extremely unhappy. She hated people who maliciously judged others by their own standards the most.
Lin Yi turned her head and looked at Zhao Ziqi's heavily made up face. It was winter, and she was only wearing a thin skirt. Her legs were bare, and she was wearing high-heel shoes. She looked very cold. Looking at her dress, she must have come here after attending some party.
She smiled and said,"yes, I got what I wanted, but you died halfway. That's why you have to come out in the middle of winter to put on an act."
