Jiang Ruolin's lips curved into a faint smile, as if challenging her.
So in the time that followed, a competition unfolded between the two women.
Qiao Ruoxin stood sideways, gracefully swinging the golf club and effortlessly sinking the ball into the hole.
"Ruoxin, you're amazing," Jiang Ruolin said with a hypocritical smile.
She turned to look at Jiang Ruolin, "What are you doing here? Weren't you infatuated with your male confidant? Why aren't you busy dating him instead of coming here looking to be scolded?"
"He has already seen you on 'Idol 101.' I guess it won't be long before he comes here looking for you."
Qiao Ruoxin let out a scornful cold laugh, "How useless can you get? Weren't you his goddess from childhood to adulthood? Now that you've had a change of heart, he isn't moved?"
With those words, Jiang Ruolin's expression darkened a few shades.
"People change, I guess. He doesn't seem to love me anymore."
