As expected, after Song Yu finished speaking, Lu Xintong sneered and said:
"On the surface, we haven't met many times, but whether we've met in private, how many times we've met, isn't that up to you to decide?"
"Lu Xintong."
Before Song Yu could speak, Qiao Xu casually opened her mouth.
She had thought that her interactions with Lu Xintong, the brain-damaged woman, would become fewer and fewer, and even if they met, they probably wouldn't have anything to say.
But she found that Lu Xintong, the brain-damaged woman, was definitely capable of infuriating people to the point where they wanted to ignore her but couldn't.
"Being willful and creating trouble are different things. In the past, when you were willful, people around you might have accommodated you, but if you keep making things up and causing trouble like a shrew, sooner or later, you'll bring misfortune upon yourself."
"Qiao Xu, are you calling me a shrew?!"
Qiao Xu: "..."
Onlookers: "..."
