Sang Qian grabbed the paper from her hand, wiped her mouth, and glared at her, "I'm talking about you, what topic are you changing?"
Ling Ruonan collapsed back onto the table and, with droopy eyelids, said, "I didn't change the topic, I just wanted to tell you that Li Jinyan is quite skilled in bed. I couldn't resist, so I ended up in his bed."
Sang Qian, "..."
"I know what you're worried about. He's the eldest son of the Li Family, has inherited all the family's assets, and has a distinguished status, whereas I have a bad reputation as the daughter of a domestic violence celebrity. We are worlds apart, and it's impossible for us to end up together. Don't worry, I won't fall in love with him."
"I won't allow you to belittle yourself," Sang Qian frowned, "He may be distinguished, but you are not inferior. In my heart, you're the best and kindest girl in the world. You deserve the best, it's just that he's not right for you."
