He glared at Feng JiaMin. "What is wrong with you? You've had this same shitty attitude since we were kids! It's disgusting!"
"It's none of your business. Since when is what I do any of your concern?"
"Ji Taixian, how dare you speak to me like that?"
Seeing Feng JiaMin was about to explode, Mo Wanrong hurried forward to grab her arm, comforting her in a soft voice, "Jia Min, Jia Min, stop fighting. I'm sure Tai Xian didn't mean it."
Feng JiaMin was furious. She poked Mo Wanrong's head and cursed, "You silly girl! You're the only one who's completely in the dark and can't see what's going on."
"He goes out for a little while and comes back with a new flame. So where does that leave you?"
Mo Wanrong wrung the strap of her shoulder bag, her eyes welling with tears as she looked at her. "Don't say any more, Jia Min. Please, stop."
