"What's the matter? Not pretending to be weak, not acting all pitiful anymore?" An Ziqi raised her eyebrows looking at her.
"It's just you and me here, of course there's no need," Lin Qiaoqiao replied disdainfully.
An Ziqi didn't mind, shrugged indifferently, and said, "I don't know what he likes about me. But if you ask me why he doesn't like you, I can tell you."
"Why?" Lin Qiaoqiao asked instinctively.
An Ziqi sneered, walked up to her, and said word by word, "Because you're stupid."
Lin Qiaoqiao then realized An Ziqi was deliberately mocking her, gritting her teeth, "An Ziqi, don't think that just because you've got a sharp tongue, I'm afraid of you."
"Whether you're afraid or not isn't decided by loudness of voice, just like some people can shout loudly, but it's just a guilty conscience. Fake is fake; it never becomes real."
"Don't think everyone else is naive just because you deceive yourself."
