The sound of Jiang Lan sighing came from the restroom.
"Our Angie really is aggrieved, but what can we do? Lu Jihan just likes that bitch Song Yinyin's style. You all know, Song Yinyin, that bitch, is pretty and always had a seductive charm about her since she was a kid, charming everyone wherever she goes."
After sniffling twice, Jiang Lan continued: "Who knows if that bitch climbed into Lu Jihan's bed long ago? Our Angie is so pure, ever since she saw Lu Jihan, she's been deeply in love, hasn't even looked at other noble young men all these years. Oh, it's such an injustice, truly an injustice."
"Damn, she's simply a bona fide vixen!"
The one speaking again was Mrs. Zhao, her voice as sharp and mean as Jiang Lan's.
Standing outside the restroom, Song Yinyin clenched her hands hanging by her sides tightly, her heart sinking to the bottom.
Even with the strongest mental defenses, hearing those unbearable rumors still hurt inside.
