He Qimo glared with such intensity that his voice seemed to shake the roof.
Shen Jian妮 dug her ears, feeling irritated, and looked disdainfully at He Qimo, "With such a pissy cold temper, I really don't know where you got the confidence that Zixuan would ever like you?"
In an instant, her unique "excellent quality" of hitting where it hurts made He Qimo's already angry face even colder.
If she weren't a woman, he'd really want to...
Shen Jian妮 sensed the terrifying hostility, the icy air around her quivering, and she confessed honestly, "It's not because of a lack of money, but isn't it wasteful to use cucumber like this? You see, other people apply cucumber slices to their faces, but once horizontally sliced, you have to throw them away. The way I slice it, the cucumber skin is used, and you can still eat the cucumber. I'm saving money for your He Mansion..."
So in an instant, what Shen Jian妮 said really was... better left unsaid.
