"And yours, we used to be compared quite often, but you see, I was just a bit more beautiful than you, had that little extra touch of talent in design, so everyone knew who Mi Yao was but not Su Zhishui. I still remember that time at my birthday party where you hid in a corner, watching me cut the cake, Lady Su. You must still have a fresh memory of that envy, jealousy, and hatred."
Su Zhishui's smile could no longer hold on her face. A venomous light shone in her eyes. Indeed, Mi Yao had been the red flower, and she was always the green leaf, never able to surpass her!
This Mi Yao probably didn't know that she once was the object of envy of all girls.
"Mi Yao, even so, I have beaten you," Su Zhishui retorted. "It's me who Brother Yue Ming likes, not you."
"Hmm," Mi Yao nodded, "Lady Su, have you slept with your dear Brother Yue Ming?"
Su Zhishui was caught off guard.
