Yuan Hui's hands were clenched at her sides.
Zhao Chuchu chuckled lightly and said, "Of course, you can't take back what you said, but do you have evidence that Huihui said this? There is no proof of what you say, and if you don't have evidence, then you are gossiping. I've always thought a decent young lady would be careful with her words, but today I've learned a lot."
"Who are you? What right do you have to talk to us here? This is a poetry and literature gathering, not somewhere you can act crazy because you have good looks!" The girl in green stepped forward and stared at Chuchu with contempt.
Zhao Chuchu replied, "Thank you for complimenting me on my good looks."
The girl in green. "..."
She was so angry that she couldn't say anything.
"Miss, is this how your parents taught you in the past?" she added.