"Pah." Yang Xiaoxi tossed the item back to her, "Take this thing back with you! Mianmian doesn't give a damn about it."
Cheng Xining knew Shen Mianmian wouldn't want it either, but she wouldn't take it back, so she said, "Just don't throw it away, I just wanted to try it on and see."
As long as Shen Mianmian dared to throw it away, in public everyone would criticize Shen Mianmian, not her.
"See who wouldn't be disgusted by you, take it back and give it to someone else! Mianmian even despises it for taking up space," Yang Xiaoxi said.
Anyway, she was not giving Cheng Xining any face at all, and Cheng Xining was thick-skinned enough that they were at loggerheads now. Anyway, the bridegroom's party hadn't arrived yet, and Shen Mianmian wasn't in a hurry. As long as Yang Xiaoxi didn't lose out, she had no intention of meddling; against Cheng Xining alone, Yang Xiaoxi had more than enough wit.
