"Damn, my delicate and tender act, wuu wuu wuu, why am I so easily broken."
Upon hearing Lu Qingyan's voice, Jiang Nanshu instantly snapped back to reality.
She always made sure to speak quietly in front of Lu Qingyan; how could she ever curse at someone?
So, covering her mouth, she looked at Lu Qingyan in a panic, "Brother Qingyan, I feel like my mouth is dirty just from cursing at Cheng An. Oh my God, I wasn't like this before."
Lu Qingyan: "..."
Cheng An, watching Jiang Nanshu's artificial display, couldn't help but retort, "Just keep pretending, who can outdo you at that!"
Jiang Nanshu immediately hid behind Lu Qingyan, with a tone of grievance, "That's right, that's right, I can pretend, I'm the best at it, who would think I'm just a trash can, silently enduring all your hurt, while Su Ran is your recycling station, wuu wuu, how can a trash can compete with a recycling station."
Everyone: "..."
Cheng An was about to be driven mad by this sarcastic woman.