Song Huanyan: You're no quieter than me.
An Yue: ...
Yue Xiaowan: ...
Qiao Chuchu looked at their messages and thought, how did these women become so dirty now?
When I first met them, they were all really innocent little girls. In a blink of an eye, they turned into women who could casually tell all kinds of dirty jokes.
The gap is something she finds a bit hard to accept.
Qiao Chuchu: None of you should say anything about each other; we're all about the same.
Song Huanyan: No, I think there's still a difference. I'm in the middle, with Qiao Chuchu and An Yue to my left and right. Qiao Chuchu is way louder than An Yue.
Yue Xiaowan: Does this prove that Fu Ziqian is stronger than Dang Yang?
Qiao Chuchu: ...
An Yue: ...
Song Huanyan: No, this not only proves that Fu Ziqian is stronger than Dang Yang, it also proves that Qiao Chuchu is wilder than An Yue.
Qiao Chuchu: Nonsense! Where am I wild?
