"You know her?" The person next to the young man asked him.
The young man sneered, "The second young lady of the Zhuang Mansion, born of a foot-washing maid, she's even worse than a servant in the Zhuang Family."
Zhuang Ruyue's face turned pale, but she said nothing, just lowered her head and sipped at the meat soup.
Shen Qinglan coldly stared at the young man without saying a word.
"Miss, you're staring at me like this, could it be that you've fallen for me?"
Seeing Shen Qinglan's appearance, the young man couldn't help but let lust rise in his heart, and his gaze became increasingly frivolous.
Shen Qinglan scoffed lightly, looked at Xiaoman and said, "Did you hear that?"
"What?" Xiaoman, originally filled with indignation, was stunned.
Shen Qinglan glanced around, then lowered her eyes and murmured, "I don't see any dogs, but I hear a dog barking, seems like it's a narcissistic mad dog."
"Pfft—hahaha—"
Xiaoman gave no face at all, bursting out into laughter.
