"Meet? Why should I even see you?" Qiao Xiaomai wrapped her arms around her chest and asked with a beaming smile.
"You, a vixen bold enough to drug Tong Sanlang, should count yourself lucky I haven't slapped you already. I'm still leaving some room for maneuver. Why should I, do you really think you have any future prospects?"
Zhao Lan relied on the Zhao family, a top-tier aristocratic family, but Yang Wenxiao had even dealt with Shen Chenghao, not to mention a family like the Zhao's.
Without the thorn that was Shen Chenghao, all those aristocratic families became as meek as grandsons.
She was not afraid of the Zhao family at all.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lan fell silent for a moment, then continued cracking sunflower seeds.
Her teeth had been knocked out by Qiao Xiaomai, but it didn't affect her ability to crack seeds.
Her indifferent attitude took Qiao Xiaomai by surprise.
