Wen Zhiyao remained confident, her beautiful swan-like neck drew the envy of the women around her, yet the words that came from her mouth were incredibly harsh.
Sometimes, a woman's jealousy could turn into a sharp knife, encasing and murdering her vulnerable heart within her own body.
Only by becoming stronger can she overcome this jealousy.
Over the years, Wen Zhiyao had developed a heart of stone. No matter how harsh the words of those insignificant people were, she did not take them to heart.
Because she was a person who held grudges, if someone wronged her, she would retaliate on the spot. Thus, she never sulked about anything afterwards.
"I looked in the mirror before I left, and I look quite pretty, even prettier than you." Her natural confidence boosted Wen Zhiyao's charm instantly.
Xuan Meimei was at a loss for words. She had to admit, Wen Zhiyao was indeed much prettier than her.
