Ye Feifei was immediately furious. In the next instant, she unceremoniously pinched Yu Xiaowan's nose, staring with her big, beautiful eyes straight at Yu Xiaowan across from her and then threatening her with undeniable ferocity, "Yu Xiaowan, you Pudgy, if you dare say my IQ is low again, do you believe I can turn you into an ugly freak in minutes? Now, you have to redeem yourself with some juicy gossip. Tell me, what's the beef between Jiang Mengying with her plastic face and Shu Jiaojiao? Spill it!"
"Okay, okay…" Yu Xiaowan had her rare moments of admitting defeat. She spoke with an air of grievance, "I'm telling you, let go of me first!"
Eyes half-closed, Ye Feifei, huffing with irritation, let go and continued to lecture with "indignation," "You little brat, I'm telling you, don't step on my no-go zone willy-nilly! Otherwise... hmph hmph..."
