Qiao Shanshan was not a woman arranged by her, but one Tang Xian found on his own; since she couldn't persuade him otherwise, she had accepted it.
Where would it be someone else's turn to make remarks?
"My name is Li Xiaoyu. I'm not a 'little demoness,'" Li Xiaoyu's tone was very calm.
Tang Xian shook his head.
Li Xiaoyu was a bit of a fool, although not so foolish as to want to kill someone's entire family over a single insult.
But still, those who bullied Li Xiaoyu ended up somehow not quite right afterward.
Wang Yuan was originally in shock, racked with annoyance, anger, pain, and a whirlwind of other complex emotions.
But upon hearing the three words "Li Xiaoyu," a sudden realization came over him.
"Don't you want to see her phone? If you want to look at it, do it quickly, otherwise you'll miss the chance," Li Xiaoyu said.
With a tone both calm and serious, Wang Yuan clenched his teeth and said:
