Having said that, Dong Meimei didn't forget to proudly thrust out her impressive bust.
Gu Nian: "..."
Hmm... It seems like I've become this woman's imaginary enemy.
Gu Nian tugged at the corner of her lips, then said indifferently, "Well, since Miss Dong is so confident about marrying into the Jing Family, I'll just go ahead and congratulate you in advance..."
Really... don't want to waste words here anymore.
Don't want to stoop to your level...
Can this be over now?
Gu Nian tugged at the corner of her lips: "Miss Dong, so... can I leave now?"
Gu Nian's demeanor was nonchalant, neither cold nor warm, which made Dong Meimei's face turn somewhat unpleasant...
This woman, it seems like she doesn't take me seriously and is just brushing me off.
The thought alone had Dong Meimei glaring resentfully at the woman before her.
Calm as water, like a lotus flower unsullied by the mud from which it rises.
That gown she's wearing...
