"Impossible!"
Ping Simin nearly lost the smile on her face amid the rush. Recently, Zhu Meihua had been doing a lot of mental work with her and almost treated her own "glorious deeds" from back then as a successful example. But Ping Simin still couldn't swallow the bitterness. She went to play at a best friend's house, seeking solace, and was given a lot of advice over the month.
"Sister, it's fine if you don't tolerate me. I'll tolerate you as the younger sister." Ping Simin told herself this isn't a loss, this isn't a loss. Then she forcibly pulled Gu Yunbo, dragging her towards the small square.
The people who were playing stopped.
Gu Yunbo's looks, demeanor, and attire were truly eye-catching. Everywhere she went, she was the center of attention, which was what Ping Simin couldn't stand the most. She wanted to scratch that face and cover everything in dark ink.
"Let you be arrogant, let you be conceited."
