Sun Feiyu had offended many people, but they were all pushovers unlike Lin Jiao.
She suddenly felt a surge of anger. "Do you think I want to stick my nose into your business? If you don't want others to know, why did you talk in front of us all?"
"I was talking to my friend. Did I ever ask you about your opinion?"
Lin Jiao continued with a mocking smile, "If you like to stick your nose into everything, why don't you find a job in a tabloid?"
"You…"
"Oh, I almost forgot that the tabloids don't need someone who doesn't even know the basics of manners. All you know is talk and talk."
After being interrupted by her, Sun Feiyu's mind went blank. She couldn't even remember what she wanted to say to her.
She couldn't stand losing face in front of others. In a fit of fury, she stood up and splashed the coffee at her.
Lin Jiao nimbly dodged it, and an ear-piercing scream came from the right.
