"This kind of girl? What kind of girl is our Mengmeng? Yingluo, we're all classmates in the same school, how can you say that!"
With an chaozhao's bad temper, she was set on fire in an instant.
The young lady of the Shen family, Chen niyun, who was being questioned by an chaochao, frowned suspiciously.
"Did I say something wrong? If I'm wrong, it's probably because I grew up in country M and my Chinese is not good, so my expression is wrong."
"What I want to say is that the material of this girl's clothes is very poor. She doesn't look more than a thousand Yuan from head to toe. A girl of this level shouldn't be someone my aunt would know, Yingluo. That's why I'm curious."
When Chen niyun said these words, she was Frank and open, without the slightest awareness that her words had offended ruan Mengmeng.
In her world, students like ruan Mengmeng, who exuded an air of 'poverty' from head to toe, could only obtain her pity.
However, pity was only pity.
