Qiao Jingxue thought of this, her expression revealing a touch of sarcasm.
She couldn't be accused of not being mean when she opened her mouth and said, "Or do you think by clinging to Zhou Jingwei, your status has changed? You should know that a weed will always be a weed; it can never grow into a daffodil!"
Cheng Weiyue looked at her with a cold indifference as her face turned red with embarrassment.
She tugged at the corner of her lips, her tone flat and unrippled, "You're probably misunderstanding something. I've never considered whether I'm worthy or not to speak in front of you because I've never even taken you seriously."
