"Can a woman like that compare to Yun Ya? There's simply no comparison, Miss Shao, you should get your eyes checked." Zhuang Jingmo said with a faint smile, though not overtly forceful, she exuded an undeniable aura. Shao Rongrong frowned and awkwardly smiled.
Liu Cuiying quickly tried to mediate, "Rongrong isn't good with words, I hope Miss Ji doesn't mind. Miss Zhuang is right, can Shen Xi'er compare to Miss Ji? One is the moon in the sky, and the other is just mud in a stinky ditch. Putting them together is sullying Miss Ji."
These words were quite unpleasant to hear, as if she couldn't stand harsh words and needed to be coaxed with sweet talk.
