"Eh... no..."
Xia Yan was completely astonished. "Have you actually fallen for that utterly despicable man?"
In her eyes, her best friend would never behave like this. The fact that she could remain so calm even when being humiliated by that man was simply inconceivable.
Su Mo'en gave her a look. "Do you think that's possible?"
Xia Yan asserted firmly, "It's not about possibility — I'm certain of it. Let me tell you, to deal with such a man, you need to outdo him at his own game..."
"Forget it, Yanyan, let's talk about something else, like facial masks!" Su Mo'en quickly changed the subject. If they dwelled on it any longer, the matter could blow out of proportion, and she had a somewhat understanding of that guy's way of handling things.
"No... not...,"
Xia Yan blinked her eyes. "You... too... My worldview is about to collapse. Is my ice queen going to crumble too?"
Su Mo'en's brows furrowed slightly. "Let's talk about facial masks!"
Xia Yan: "That despicable man..."
