Zhao Xiaotang listened to what Xu Mengyan said and confidently replied, "I think I can do it."
Xu Mengyan chuckled, "Well, maybe not. If you only rely on looks and figure, even if you get Zhang Yang, you won't get his heart."
Zhao Xiaotang said somewhat speechlessly, "It sounds like you're saying I'm some sort of female rogue."
Xu Mengyan snapped her fingers, "Exactly, just be like that."
"If you want to win over Zhang Yang, you have to be a bit rogue."
"Otherwise, tell me, what kind of woman hasn't Zhang Yang been around? He just lacks a female rogue."
Hearing Xu Mengyan say this, Zhao Xiaotang was moved.
She didn't know if Xu Mengyan was joking or serious, but it seemed to make quite some sense.
But Zhao Xiaotang had been a pampered girl born with a silver spoon, receiving elite education.
She never really knew how to act like a rogue.
