Zhaoyue was feeling increasingly weird about Fu Yuxiu.
She couldn't get a solid grip on what exactly Fu Yuxiu meant, what was his real intention towards her?
Zhaoyue felt somewhat lost.
When Qinghuan heard that name, her face suddenly darkened. She clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth, saying, "Don't talk to me about that scumbag anymore, he utterly disgusts me!"
Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow at her, "You don't like Fu Yuxiu?"
"Of course not, just look at him, the way he speaks to you is simply outrageous."
Zhaoyue: "..."
"Let me tell you, you must not be deceived by his hypocritical façade. He is all about pretense, his true heart is probably dark and cunning," Qinghuan said with a feeling of hate that iron cannot become steel, "You must never trust him, he definitely has no good intentions."
Qinghuan kept ranting about how terrible Fu Yuxiu was while Zhaoyue, despite feeling somewhat helpless, did nothing to stop her and let her continue.
