Kong Zhen sneered with her head held high, "You little girl! Take a look at what real taste is! What real design is! This isn't a place where you can just muddle through!"
"Hmph! You look like a matchstick, what's there to be proud of?" Shi Qing'er said disdainfully.
"You little brat! How dare you call me a matchstick! Do you want to die?!" Kong Zhen's eyebrows shot up in fury.
"Come on then, do it! Make my day!" Shi Qing'er taunted, swaying her little hips, "You don't even have a butt, what are you being so snooty for?"
"I'm so angry!" Just as Kong Zhen was about to explode from Shi Qing'er's provocations, she was held back by Sun Guangyao, who said coldly to Liu Hun, "Liu, keep your woman in check!"
"Haha! Qing'er doesn't belong to anyone. She has her own independent spirit, unlike... some people!" Liu Hun said, deliberately glancing at Kong Zhen.
