Song Xiaoxi nodded in grievance: "Of course I'm hurt... How am I supposed to marry you then..."
The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. She turned and glared at Song Jiaqi, "Hmph! Song Dabao! Don't think I don't know!"
"What?" Honestly, I had no idea what this brat was talking about.
"Stop beating around the bush! You're just trying to steal my husband, aren't you? You must have fallen for him! That's why you're trying to get rid of me with this trick. You're planning to marry Oppa yourself, aren't you!! HO! I guessed it right!! Look, you're not even talking!"
"Ugh!"
Lady!
Your mouth is firing like a cannon, can I even keep up?
