"Is that all you want to say? If you have nothing more, Zixuan, can I leave now?"
Zhang Xinmei already took on the demeanor of a victor. Dealing with Lan Zixuan, a naive young girl with little experience, was too easy for her. Even though Zhang Xinmei was a year younger than Lan Zixuan, years of struggling at the bottom of society had shown her the dark and terrifying side of the world early on, making her mature and sharpening her mind.
Someone like Zhang Xinmei was absolutely incomparable to a "flower" like Lan Zixuan, who grew up in a greenhouse.
"You can't leave!" Lan Zixuan seemed unable to do anything more than raise her voice at Zhang Xinmei.
