At night in early spring, the capital was cold. When the cold wind blew, Song Fengwan couldn't help shuddering while standing quietly beside Tang Jingci.
Tang Jingci was wearing a classic trench coat that complemented her height and long legs. The corners of her clothes were billowing under the strong wind.
She calmly knocked on the car window again.
"You criticized others harshly earlier, but now you're chickening out after losing?" Her voice was mocking.
"If I lost, you wanted me to kneel. But you lost, and I just want you to apologize.
"You look strong on the outside, but you're actually weak on the inside. You're just so-so!"
Tang Jingci's tone rose. Who didn't know how to goad someone?
If He Xi got out of the car openly and apologized obediently, she might still think highly of her. She had been so arrogant just now, but now she was hiding like a coward. Tang Jangci looked down on her.
