Qin Yiren set down her glass, staring in surprise at the trashy girl who'd come over to provoke her.
She really couldn't figure out just how thick Huang Yao's skin was. Ten minutes ago she'd just suffered a setback in front of Bo Jinghang, slinking off with her tail between her legs, and now she'd already revived at full health and run over here to make a fool of herself.
Maybe Qin Yiren's expression looked too surprised, because Huang Yao felt even more certain that her guess was right, and the smile on her face turned more arrogant.
She practically oozed that sense of superiority from head to toe, not realizing that Qin Yiren was only shocked at how thick her skin was.
In that brief, awkward silence, the women who'd come along with Huang Yao spoke up first.
"Huang Qian, our Yaoyao just has a sharp tongue and a soft heart. She might sound unpleasant, but she's actually thinking for your sake."
