Zhao Qin was used to being flattered, so her tone always had a strange, sarcastic edge to it. Ming Jing didn't care, but Tao Xingxing couldn't stand it and glared at Zhao Qin.
Zhao Qin squinted at Tao Xingxing and smirked: "Miss knows she's good-looking, so there's no use in glaring at me like that. If you're jealous, go find a mirror."
"Hmph." Tao Xingxing angrily stabbed at the rice in her plate, imagining it as Zhao Qin's face.
Was it such a big deal to be good-looking? Why act so arrogant?
Zhao Qin sighed: "Jiang Jinchen and Charles Gao have gone to university. Without those pretty boys around, suddenly everything seems so boring..."
