"Xiaomei, trending on social media is a good thing; it proves we still have some clout. It's better than those who try to stay relevant by bad-mouthing others every day but have never even made it to trending once, right?"
In this small matter of verbal skirmish, Beilingzhou's little overlord Mu Keren had never lost.
No sooner had she spoken than Xia Jiatong, who had just been shouting with Xiaomei, turned purple-red with rage.
"You... who are you saying lacks clout?"
"Whoever fits the bill, that's who! Xiaomei, did I just explicitly mention anyone?" Mu Keren glanced at Xia Jiatong, whose heavy makeup couldn't hide her flushed face of embarrassment, and then asked Xiaomei another question.
Xiaomei, seeing Xia Jiatong's face change again, silently praised Mu Keren's formidable combat skills in her heart, and then gleefully responded, "No! Keren didn't even mention anyone's name just now. Seems like someone is just feeling guilty and taking it personally!"
