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Hearing Qing Yi say this, Ye Ling was about to go insane, his eyes bulging out and filled with incredulity.
"Miss Qing Yi, are you a pig? When did you hear me say it was Sister Mei who did it?"
Ye Ling took a deep breath. He really wanted to crack open Qing Yi's head and see what was stuffed inside: perhaps flour and water, not using her brain was fine, but whenever she did, it all turned to mush.
He also really wanted to ask King Senluo, "Dude, did you pick this girl up from the streets? Her IQ is seriously worrisome."
"Oh, I thought you were talking about Sister Mei. What nonsense were you babbling about then? You scared me to death; I thought you doubted Sister Mei. If that were the case, I'd really have to question your intelligence."
Qing Yi looked at Ye Ling with disdain, and he was stunned. Hey, wait a sec, something's not right here. I'm supposed to be the one looking down on her, so why is the script flipped?
