Bai Lei showed the picture to Bai Wanwan. "Sis, can you believe this? Shen Lu slapped Mrs. Shen. Look how swollen it is."
Bai Wanwan glanced over from what she was doing. "That's got to be fake, right? Shen Lu isn't crazy, why would she hit her adoptive mother?"
"Shen Lan said so in a post."
"Oh?" Bai Wanwan set the car to autopilot, then zoomed in on the picture for a closer look. "That's not right. Shen Lu's hands aren't that big. Her hands are tiny—they haven't grown since elementary school. Looking at her hands alone, you'd think she was a grade schooler."
"Wow, sis. You know a scary amount about her."
Bai Wanwan rolled her eyes at him. "Of course. She's my rival. How am I supposed to beat her if I don't know her inside and out? It's also because her hands are so small that she couldn't learn to play a lot of instruments."
That was why Bai Wanwan always outshone Shen Lu in music; every school talent show was her time to shine.
