Rong Qingqing refused to back down at all, "Uncle, with one little joke, do you want to brush off what Rong Jiaojiao did last night? Joke? Was last night a joke? Do I and Rong Jiaojiao have the kind of relationship where jokes are okay? Who is joking with her, Rong Jiaojiao!"
Rong Qingqing, in a fit of anger, picked up the half orange that Shen Jue had placed on the table and threw it directly at Rong Jiaojiao.
"Joke! What a joke!" Rong Qingqing laughed mockingly, "Don't use the term 'cousin' to try to get close to me! I, Rong Qingqing, can't afford cousins like this!"
"Rong Jiaojiao, do you know what it feels like to be confined in a place that doesn't see the light of day, a place even the air doesn't circulate?"
"You breathe a little harder and it feels like knives are twisting in your lungs."
"Rong Jiaojiao, how petty can you be? Just because I outshone you last night, you want to lock me up?"
