Mù Qiānxún smiled at Wen Rou, shrugging her shoulders, "You're not me, how do you know I'm not enjoying it? But Wen Rou, while you're feeling sorry for me, shouldn't you also feel sorry for yourself? Can you honestly say you genuinely make friends with these so-called classmates? Trying to bother me but failing, isn't it tiring? Oh, right, you don't have a conscience at all."
Mù Qiānxún's counterattack was mild, with a smile throughout. She just looked at her, neither happy nor sad, leaving Wen Rou at a loss.
Wen Rou clenched her fists, her heart seething with anger, but since many people were watching behind her, she had to maintain a bit of a smile.
Suddenly, she staggered to her feet, her face pale with shock.
"Mù Qiānxún, what do you mean? I invited you for an outing, if you don't want to go, then fine, but why hurt with words?"
Wen Rou's voice suddenly rose a notch.
With a look of horror mixed with regret.
That expression was as aggrieved as a little wife.
