Song Qingge wore a limited edition spring outfit, a tender green knee-length dress that fluttered around her, accentuating her stunningly beautiful face which was full of charm.
She naturally noticed Wei Anning standing outside the shop and a cold sneer passed through her eyes. With her arms crossed, she walked over elegantly with the poise of a model, her chin slightly raised, and looked down at her arrogantly.
"Miss Wei, what a coincidence."
Wei Anning's brows furrowed slightly as she subconsciously straightened her spine. In the face of an enemy, she always refused to show weakness, especially to a despicable woman like Song Qingge, "Indeed, it's quite a coincidence. Miss Song, that outfit looks really pretty on you, the tender green color suits you well."
Song Qingge laughed with a touch of smugness, "I look good in any outfit."
"However, that color reminds me of a popular saying on the internet lately, 'green tea b*tch'," Wei Anning casually added.
