It was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or sarcasm, as Hua Qingyi stroked his lips with his fingers. "Isn't it a bit much to speak ill of the dead?" In this regard, Hua Qingyi was quite scrupulous; it's whatever when someone is alive, but speaking ill of the dead is lacking in morality.
"It's not that I want to speak ill of the dead, but Xiao Mei is unreliable. What kind of person is our Ah San to like her? I'd never believe it unless something happened that made him entangled with her." At this point, it was clear to hear Director Zhao's deep-seated dislike for Xiao Mei.
"Isn't it said that Xiao Mei is just a hostess and quite self-respecting?"
"Hah, that's just a façade. If she didn't sell herself, where would she get so much money?"
"Huh?" Hua Qingyi suddenly expressed a sound of confusion.
"What's wrong?"
