The two individuals with poor complexions stood in front of Qian Sisi, appearing rather dim and weak, especially since they came with such hostility. Qian Sisi, on the contrary, maintained a calm demeanor, as if a hard fist collided with soft cotton, encapsulating a sense of frustration that further diminished these individuals' presence.
"Oh, it's just been two months since we last met, and you seem to have been doing quite well! I almost forgot how shabby you used to be!" Xie Zhiyao stood firmly in front of Qian Sisi, disregarding whether anyone was watching, and made a sour, ironic remark.
Qian Sisi remained seated, unmoved. "Looks are given by parents, but temperament and character are developed by oneself. Judging by Miss Xie's complexion, it seems you've been quite troubled lately, huh?"
