"Oh my, such hostility!" Rongyue jumped down from the corridor and stood in front of her. "Aunt, have you heard this saying? Your appearance reflects your heart. The kinder your heart, the more beautiful your appearance. The more evil your heart, the more ugly your appearance. Look at the hostility you have now—if you don't rein it in, your already not-so-pretty face might become even uglier."
"Ye Rongyue, are you tired of living?" Ding Miaotong felt that exchanging even one more word with this brat might shorten her life by ten years.
"Who's tired of living?" Rongyue sneered. "Miss Rongyue is living quite well, I'm still waiting for Yun Yi brother to take me home. Look at your bad temper and inability to recognize kind intentions—I was just reminding you kindly about the importance of taking care of yourself, and you actually threaten me? Truly ungrateful."
