Lin Yuan suddenly burst into laughter, likening Lao Guo to a crow, it seemed Lan Hua had just compared Lin Siyu to the pitch-black bird. Glancing at Lin Siyu, her delicately made-up face instantly turned deathly pale, and the pink handkerchief in her hand was so twisted by her grip she almost poked a huge hole in it!
Lan Hua curled her lips, muttering under her breath as she walked, "Eyebrows drawn, eyes lined, does she really think she's a young lady born into wealth? Born in the countryside, she should be aware of her peasant roots, not strut around with a dirty rag acting all high and mighty every day!"
