Yan Luoxi's brows furrowed slightly, and she said with indifference, "I don't know and don't want to know."
La Zhuangzhuang said mockingly, "Of course you don't want to know, because you're just a copy of Li Youran. It's said that when Li Youran was late for her college entrance exam, her seventh brother had the city traffic police turn on the red lights and block all roads leading to the exam center, and he rode his Harley to personally deliver her to the outside of the exam venue."
Yan Luoxi's fingers, holding the powder puff, stiffened slightly.
La Zhuangzhuang, shrewd as ever, watched Yan Luoxi's subtle expressions and knew her words had hit home. She continued, "There was once a spring outing when Li Youran's bag fell off a cliff. She had no change of clothes, and her seventh brother traveled thousands of miles to bring her a replacement. And in summer, when Li Youran wanted to eat ice cream, he bought up all the ice cream on the whole street for her."
