Lu Zhixue didn't lower her voice, so Song Yunzhao, who hadn't walked far, heard her loud and clear.
She turned her head, her jet-black eyes fixed on Lu Zhixue as she raised her voice. "What an interesting thing to say, Miss Lu. By your logic, since you follow Miss Qin around all the time, you must be trying to ride her coattails."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Lu Zhixue fumed. She and Qin Xiyue were of comparable family status; how could that be considered riding someone's coattails?
"So, Miss Lu does know the meaning of 'nonsense.' I was beginning to think you didn't," Song Yunzhao sneered. "You fancy yourself a well-bred lady from a prominent family, yet you resort to talking about people behind their backs. It's true what they say—you can't judge a book by its cover."
When it came to trading insults, Song Yunzhao had never lost!
"You..."
