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"Are you Zhang Xiaoya?"
Zhang Xiaoya looked at Su Yan, her eyes no longer teary like before, as if by magic, the tears were gone in an instant.
"What’s the matter?"
Su Yan thought for a mont, then shook her head.
"No, nothing."
She was just curious about this Zhang Xiaoya.
Now that she had seen her.
That was that.
Zhang Xiaoya looked at Su Yan, sizing her up with a condescending gaze.
After a long while, she spoke.
"You, you’re nothing special."
While speaking, Zhang Xiaoya suddenly laughed.
"No wonder, Xiang Chong dumped you for ."
Su Yan blinked, puzzled.
"Why?"
"Because you’re stupid."
With that, Zhang Xiaoya covered her mouth and laughed in a very ladylike manner.
Every one of her actions seed trained, very well-mannered.
But the words that ca out, these actions, they all made people feel uncomfortable.
Xiao Hua quietly comnted.
"Host, can you hit her a couple of tis?"
While comnting, Zhang Xiaoya seed to rember sothing, pulling out a notebook from her bag with a show-off attitude.
The notebook was thick, about the size of a palm.
It looked well-used, with heart-shaped patterns drawn on it.
Zhang Xiaoya held it in her hands and flipped open a page, looking at Su Yan while laughing.
"Do you know what this is? A diary. Do you know who gave it to ?"
Her smile grew wider.
Then, Zhang Xiaoya’s mocking voice could be heard reading from the page.
"January 8th, today I spoke three sentences to Xiang Chong, mhm, very happy, his smile is still so warm, the one hundred and eighth day since I liked you, keep it up!"
As she spoke, Zhang Xiaoya struck a ’keep it up’ pose, then the next second she laughed and collapsed onto the sofa.
Soon after, seeing Su Yan show no reaction, Zhang Xiaoya’s smile quickly faded.
Sitting upright again, she looked at Su Yan, sarcastically saying.
"You like Xiang Chong, but in such a short half year, I can’t believe you have completely forgotten Xiang Chong. Just by giving this diary to Old Sir Ji, do you think he will believe you, or will he believe this solid proof?"
Su Yan looked at her, saying nothing.
Zhang Xiaoya crossed her legs, her posture that of soone who owned the place.
"Su Yan, a person of your class belongs in your own place. Here, you don’t fit."
After a long ti, Su Yan finally spoke.
"Are you done?"
"What? You still have sothing to say to ?"
Zhang Xiaoya had a mocking, spectating expression.
Su Yan shook her head.
"I have no speech, it’s just that the notebook in your hand, it should be given to ."
At these words, Zhang Xiaoya looked at her as if she were insane.
"Su Yan, are you sick in the head? You think I will just hand over this book to you?"
Su Yan nodded,
"If you won’t give it to , then I have to take it by force."
As she finished speaking, Zhang Xiaoya’s face contorted oddly.
But the next second, Su Yan had already approached.
Before Zhang Xiaoya could react, Su Yan’s hand was already on her wrist.
The next second, all that was heard was her scream.
"Ah!"
Following that, she fell to the ground, pale-faced.
And the diary successfully landed in Su Yan’s hands.
Zhang Xiaoya looked panicked.
"This is mine! Give it to !!"
With that, she pounced over.
Su Yan dodged, and in the next instant, lifted her foot.
Clang, Zhang Xiaoya was kicked away to a distance.
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