Fang Yuanyuan turned up her nose and said, "Sour grapes? What for? Our friendship dates back to middle school. I mean, look at her. She thinks she's quite a peacock with her colorful clothes. Well, she's nothing more than a country chicken."
Having said that, she swaggered back toward her bed. However, she had barely walked a few steps when she discovered a silhouette in front of her.
Then, stinging pain overwhelmed her face, accompanied by two sharp 'slap' sounds.
What followed was a frosty voice.
If you're looking for a fight, just say it. What's with the gibberish? Let me tell you, this is a lesson for you. Keep your mouth clean in the future. You see, with your character, you're not even in the league of a country chicken. At least a chicken can lay eggs. Can you?"
After Su Xiaowan finished speaking, everyone around her broke out laughing, satisfied in her discomfiture. They had all been wanting to teach her a lesson.
