The woman in front of her, in terms of temperament, was indeed a continuation of Chu Huang.
However, Lu Xiaoyou tugged at her lips, revealing a mocking smile towards her.
"You're really rude, I've already introduced myself, yet you keep calling me 'trash,' didn't the person who taught you tell you not to give people nicknames? Especially derogatory ones."
Qinghuang replied, "Trash is not your nickname. In my mother's creations, there were also babies that didn't meet the standards. They were all considered trash.
But all those pieces of trash have been dealt with, while you were raised by the Zhu Family."
Lu Xiaoyou stepped over the down jacket on the ground, her snow boots treading on the white down feathers scattered all over.
The white fluff adhered to Lu Xiaoyou's legs and hem due to static.
She was wearing a champagne-colored lace long dress, and the white fluff looked as if feathers were falling from her body.
