"I won't." Mei Mengzhen looked at Zhao Qingyi and spoke with firm resolve.
Zhao Qingyi had already been pissed off by the way the two were shopping together, so now, this was enough to make her snap. "I told you two to break up—did you not hear me? You're not right for each other. You can't help Pei Ziyu at all. Only I can, only me!"
"Pei is perfectly fine on his own. Besides, you don't look like someone who could be of any help to anyone, honestly."
"This look? What look? What do you mean by 'this look'?" Zhao Qingyi was obviously even more enraged by what she heard. "Say it—say it for everyone to hear, what kind of look am I?"
Watching Zhao Qingyi act like a shrew about to settle scores, Mei Mengzhen just replied with a cool voice: "Jealousy makes people unrecognizable. Can you imagine what you look like now, just listening to those words?"
