From Fu Han's limited experience, she knew that only one thing could evoke such enormous hostility from a beautiful woman: you must be pretty yourself.
With this thought, Fu Han felt much calmer. She wasn't the least bit bothered by anyone hitting a sore spot; in fact, she was quite open about it, "Yes, I had a disfigurement, then I got plastic surgery, and now I've restored my previous appearance."
There was nothing wrong with her saying this, since now she indeed looked like she did before the disfigurement. Although it couldn't be said to be exactly the same, at least people who knew her before could recognize her as Fu Han at a glance.
A flash of jealousy crossed Jiang Ling's eyes, but in the next second, she forced a full-faced smile and said in a pinched voice, "So you've had plastic surgery. No wonder you're so much prettier than before."
The latter half of the sentence was uttered through clenched teeth, which clearly showed how turbulent her feelings were at the moment.
