Hua Qingqing seemed at a loss for words, frozen on the spot, unsure how to respond.
Hua Manman's lips curled into a scornful smile.
"Do you know why Song Ding doesn't like you?
He said you're always so prim and proper, like a stiff wooden doll. Utterly uninteresting.
The kind of woman he actually likes is someone like me, someone who gives him a thrill..."
The longer Hua Qingqing listened, the more distressed she became. She couldn't help but cut in.
"Stop talking!"
Hua Manman ignored her, continuing smugly.
"Actually, he's right.
You pride yourself on being a well-bred lady, thinking all men love your type.
But you have no idea that while they praise your poise and grace to your face, deep down, they can't stand you.
And you're completely oblivious to it all. How stupid can you be?"
Hua Qingqing covered her ears. "I told you to stop talking!"
But Hua Manman yanked her hands away from her ears, giving her no chance to escape the words.
"But I'm going to say it anyway!
