Hearing these words, a look of disdain clearly surfaced in Qiao Jing's eyes.
"Lou Xinrou, I really despise you! To think you'd cast aside all your pride and cultivation for a man, turning into a shrew who spews nothing but vile words."
"What did you say?" Lou Xinrou looked at Qiao Jing, her anger born of embarrassment.
"Isn't it true?" Qiao Jing's voice was weary, "Your grandfather is the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, your second uncle is the head of the research institute, and has made significant contributions to it. As for you, a scion of the Lou Family, all you know is to be jealous and spiteful! Is your existence's value just to be a man's good wife and bear his children?! Can't you, like your second uncle, your grandfather, harness your true worth, become a talent to be utilized?!"
Qiao Jing's words were articulate and forceful.
Lou Xinrou's mouth hung open wide, unsure of what to say.
"I, you, how dare you, a mere cleaner, lecture me?"