"Are you incapable of taking care of yourself? Do you still need someone else to help you pick up your shoes?" Su Nanxing looked at her expressionlessly. "But it's hard to say, last time I mentioned your dark circles and pale complexion, weak energy and blood stagnation. Maybe one day you'll suffer a stroke."
"You!"
Su Nanxing continued to taunt her, "What about you? Before you laugh at others, take a good look at yourself. Even three pounds of makeup can't hide your haggard appearance. If I were you, I would just stay at home, too ugly to even dare to meet people."
"Su Nanxing!" Li Huaiyu gritted his teeth. "No wonder Lu Beiyuan doesn't want you! With such a sharp tongue, how can you compare to Qingxue's gentleness and kindness!"
"Gentle and kind? During my marriage to Lu Beiyuan, she shamelessly became the third party. If that's your standard for kindness, then I have nothing more to say."
