Ma Xiyue forced a fake smile after listening to the gossip, and said sarcastically, "Oh, so this is Yu Xueguan? My fault, my fault...
Look at me... I personally invited someone, but I didn't recognize them.
Why is Yu Xueguan dressed like this? I thought she was some family's washing maid!"
Yu Xiaolian felt bitter inside, thinking how she even gave her an extra small mirror, and demanding its return!
What kind of person is this?
She hadn't even said a word, yet she'd offended someone?
Yu Xiaolian made a long "oh" sound, "Miss Ma also invited a washing maid? A washing maid who can invite Miss Ma to lower herself to associate with must have some extraordinary qualities?
I wonder which household's washing maid Miss Ma invited? Do I know her?"
Ma Xiyue frowned, her face full of displeasure; did this person not understand what she was saying?
How could a washing maid be worthy of being her friend?
