Bo Yanyan who was sitting in the nearby table didn't appreciate the remarks Xia Mengrui was making about Xia Lihua. "Sister Meng, do you really have to talk about your younger cousin sister behind her back?"
"Aiya," Xia Mengrui feigned a guilty expression. "I just wanted to use an example. I don't know the other people here, so I didn't have any other names to use. Besides, these strangers might mind if I talk about them like that, but Xiao Lihua is my cousin; she wouldn't mind."
"Heh, even the most slow-witted individuals would mind if you talk about them behind their backs," Bo Yanyan retorted, banging her chopsticks on the table, which startled those sitting nearby. "Is that your hobby? Gossiping about others behind their backs?"
"No, I certainly did not mean it in that way. You're misunderstanding me," Xia Mengrui defended herself, her face showing a sense of being wronged.
