Nan Jiaojiao looked at her coldly, her gaze full of disdain, "Miss Yi, do you consider yourself respectable now?"
"You don't have to stab at me here!" Yi Qinghuan was furious and ashamed: "Here's my advice, don't be ungrateful. The waters of the Bo Family run deep, not something someone like you can wade into. Don't think just because Bo Yanching is in Rongcheng City now, his roots are in the Capital City. Let me put it bluntly, one day, if Old Lady Bo passes, he's going to have to go back eventually."
"You know your words are unpleasant?"
Nan Jiaojiao's face grew even colder, her eyes becoming more aloof, like a mirror revealing angular edges, "You're cursing an elderly person out of nowhere, just for a man you can't have, you've thrown away all sense of propriety."
"Nan Jiaojiao!" Yi Qinghuan gripped tightly and threw her lipstick, "I said it's advice, don't twist my words."
"So you're saying I should thank you?"
