Lu Qing gave an ambiguous smile: "To climb up in this social circle, especially as a woman, naturally one needs to navigate relationships well. In this respect, she does quite a good job. She's smooth and considerate in her actions, even managing to impress some of the big shots. That speaks to her connections."
Qin Miaomiao narrowed her eyes at him: "Oh? So, are you saying you admire her?"
Lu Qing pinched her nose: "Are you jealous?"
Her tone became slightly bitter: "Why should I be mad? You just praised her a few times. And as for me, I'm too blunt and straightforward, always offending people with my words, right? You must prefer someone like Mo Wenwan, who's polished and flawless. Makes sense—if someone's going to be your wife, she needs to present well, just like her. Not like me—impulsive and quick to offend others. Isn't that right?"
The cold wind swept by as Lu Qing looked at her and suddenly started laughing:
