Jiang Yao glared at her, "You may think crossing your legs once is no big deal, but do it too often, and you'll end up with a curved spine, hunched back, and ugly legs. Just you wait for the regret."
Wen Qiao rubbed her shins and muttered, "You didn't have to be so rough, my skin is so delicate..."
"I'm not your President Fu, playing pitiful won't get my sympathy." Jiang Yao had no mercy as she straightened Wen Qiao's legs and sat down beside her, "I just checked Weibo. President Fu handled the situation pretty well."
Wen Qiao shifted slightly, frowning at her, "What's with the tone like a mother-in-law praising her son-in-law?"
"Really?"
"Of course not? Helping yourself is one thing, but to take advantage of two people..." Wen Qiao boldly poked Jiang Yao's face, "Shameless."
