"So it turns out, it's Zhao Na who you can't stand. I remember her; she really likes to copy you. Whatever style of clothes you buy, the next day she would definitely buy the same style, and then claim she bought it over the weekend first, saying it was you who saw it looked good and imitated her. She even likes to get in touch with boys who are close to you, always making plans to hang out in groups of three."
Yang Yuran remarked meaningfully.
Zhou Yuanyuan's fingers trembled as she clutched her milk tea and took a strong sip, feigning calm as she griped, "Do not say that I am the only one who can't stand her. Didn't everybody in the class dislike her back then? She has one tone when she talks to the boys, all soft and cute like a little sister. But her tone changes when she talks to girls, acting like a haughty young lady."
"So you're saying, Fan Sirui meddled with my plans for your sake."
