Li Mengyao looked completely smug and delighted in others' misfortune.
She smirked and said, "Everyone's received the text about her mom being a homewrecker; it's already an open secret now. If I were her, I'd be too ashamed to show my face."
Xia Shiyi's heart sneered coldly, but outwardly, she put on an appearance of sympathy for Xia Xiyan. "She's so pitiful…"
"Oh please, Shiyi, you're way too kind! What's there to pity about someone like her?" Li Mengyao scoffed sharply. "That ugly freak has been acting all mysterious since last week, claiming she'd totally put us to shame. Ha! And now? Isn't she just hiding like a coward? If she's got the guts, she shouldn't talk big—she should back it up! She's such a phony."
Hearing Li Mengyao's endless mocking of Xia Xiyan, Xia Shiyi felt a burst of satisfaction deep inside.
That's right, Xia Xiyan. You're nothing more than a hideous freak whose face got ruined in a car accident.
And you still dare to talk about putting others to shame?
