That person added an emphasis on "little vixen." It was not an insult, but it came from a place of admiration and jealousy as a woman herself.
Yin Shuiling gave a brand new meaning to this term.
Liu Wanxin's hands were holding onto her wheelchair, and the expression on her face was grim.
"Godma…" Xiao Qing walked over, and she bent down to hold both of Liu Wanxin's hands. She pouted her lips and said, "Godma, what they said was all true. Last night, Older Brother and Miss Yin…"
Liu Wanxin snorted coldly, and her heart felt pain. "There is no smoke with no fire. Everyone describes it in such detail; could it be fake? It was not enough last night. Early this morning, Ah Chen and that Yin Shuiling fooled around again. In broad daylight, inside the hospital ward, they… Do they have any shame at all?"
