She glanced at Qiao Xu with the eyes on her forehead, gave a cold hum, and said, "Are you trying to deceive a ghost? I just saw you with my son, and now you're holding this Black Card to buy such expensive clothes. If it's not from him, then who? Your friend? Is it her?"
She bestowed Qiao Xu with her noble gaze.
Qiao Xu knew Xia Yumo's temper, and her enduring Xue Lan's harshness until now was entirely because she didn't want to involve her. But she also didn't want to see her good friend suffer such wronged humiliation for her own sake.
When Xue Lan looked over, Qiao Xu's lips held an appropriately pleasant smile, but there was no mirth in the depths of her eyes.
Xue Lan continued, "Birds of a feather flock together. Do you think a friend of a low-class person like you could possess a Black Card? Do you know what this Black Card represents? Do you think just any trashy thing can get a Black Card? Tell a better lie at least."
