"That's not what I meant, Zhenzhen. I was just talking, you don't have to take it so personally. I didn't mean any harm, I hope you won't project your earlier feelings onto me. I'm not her, we're still a bit different. After all, we're not the same person. I hope you don't develop any unnecessary misunderstandings about me because of this."
"A misunderstanding? Fine, if you say so, then it is."
Hearing Zhenzhen's answer, Du Jing clenched the tablecloth tightly under the table. She really hadn't expected it; Mei Yongfu kept emphasizing how honest his niece was, but here she was, sharp-tongued and biting.
And that's what they call sharp-tongued? She hadn't even really said anything yet. These people can't take the slightest bit of pushback—but why is it that she has to take shit but they can't? Zhenzhen was not about to indulge these people's bad habits.
