Liu Bingyun was so furious she wanted to swear at her mother.
But before she could speak, Mr. Qiao's mocking voice rang out, "Liu Bingyun, how low can your taste be to choose such a fool-like pauper as your boyfriend!"
Although Liu Bingyun was extremely angry, she knew that Wang Xiaolong had come to support her.
So she changed her target and cursed, "What the hell does my taste have to do with you, and even if he's poor and foolish, at least he's open and honorable, unlike you, full of scheming, not to mention, he's neither poor nor foolish!
If you really want to compare, he is a man of steel and valor, while you, with nothing but thoughts of thieves and prostitutes, a belly full of evil, can't even qualify as a woman!"
"You… you are outrageous!"
Mr. Qiao, a graduate of a prestigious university and a refined gentleman, had never heard such offensive insults, and his face turned the color of a liver.
