"Who's that with such a foul mouth? It's so foul I had to stop and take a look," Han Qiaoqiao said coldly, standing at the entrance of the private room. "Oh, if it isn't Miss Lin Guo'er. No wonder that voice was so unpleasant."
She spoke as if she had just recognized Lin Guo'er, her tone rising sharply, laced with surprise and mockery.
Lin Guo'er had been in an excellent mood, but the sudden appearance of Han Qiaoqiao and her sneering voice made her expression darken.
"Han Qiaoqiao, you bitch, I run into you everywhere! Tsk tsk, which man did you bring with you this time? Oh my, four of them at once? Can you even handle that?" Lin Guo'er retorted sharply. When it came to arguments, she had never been afraid of anyone.
Hearing this, Han Qiaoqiao's face turned ugly. A layer of frost seemed to cover her beautiful features, and her expression became somewhat menacing.
