Qin Yishu's mind went blank for a moment, not knowing how to react. The next second, she heard even more venomous words from Gu Jiayin, "No way, looking at sister's expression, he didn't even give you money. Sister, could it be in his eyes, you're lower than a woman who sells herself?"
Before Qin Yishu could explode, Gu Jiayin laughed wantonly, "Sis, you're really losing out on this deal."
"You!" Qin Yishu was so angry her chest heaved up and down, her fists clenched tightly, "Gu Jiayin, you bitch."
Qin Yishu must have been blinded by rage; she completely forgot about how formidable Gu Jiayin was. She raised her jade-like hand to slap her, using so much force that a pearl flower from her high-piled bun fell off.
