Everyone's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. What was going on? Weren't they fighting over the order to enter the city? Why did it become a matter of jealousy in the end?
However, Beiting Huang knew the reason why Mu Qingling said that. She reached out and hugged Mu Qingling in her arms. Her eyes, which were like the moon and stars, contained the gentlest tenderness in the world. "How can that be? How can that ugly woman's goldfish eyes compare to my Ling'er? In fact, I think that she'll be an eyesore to you if she becomes your servant girl!"
Beiting Huang was even more vicious than a Poison Spirit Pill when it came to insulting people. It was really infuriating.
