Jiang Siliu was outsmarted at every turn. She turned her head hastily and said to Lu Yan, "Brother Lu, quick, say something."
Qi Qingyao calmly shattered Jiang Siliu's delusions. "He wouldn't talk back to me without my orders. You… ugly little girl."
Jiang Siliu almost stopped breathing. "You!!!!! Dare say I'm ugly!!"
Qi Qingyao shrugged and continued in a relaxed manner.
"From my perspective as a vixen widow, you're ugly indeed. How pitiful! Unlike me, who is a natural beauty! A vixen who gets praised upon sight!"
"No one has ever called me ugly!" Jiang Siliu did not know whether it was grievance or anger, but her head had started to hurt a little.'
Qi Qingyao droned unhurriedly, "You're ugly, you have to know yourself better! If you're beautiful, other people would have also praised you for being a vixen, you poor child!"
Jiang Siliu suddenly broke down and turned around.
"Boo hoo~~~"