Yang Fei clenched her fists, her face filled with indignance: "That bastard Yang Gang, a man with a wife, shamelessly proposed to another man's wife. Isn't that just typical of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian?!"
Zhang Miao's mouth twitched at the corners. Pointing at herself, she weakly asked, "Feifei, you mean to say... I'm Pan Jinlian?"
"Ah!" Only then did Yang Fei realize her analogy was not quite accurate.
Zhang Miao sighed softly, "Feifei, I knew you didn't like me, but I never imagined you'd despise me so much."
"No-no-no-no-no-no~~" Yang Fei quickly said: "Sister Miao, I misspoke! I meant to criticize Yang Gang and I didn't mean to insult you."
"No, actually, you're right, Feifei." Zhang Miao shifted her gaze out the car window again, and said faintly, "Pan Jinlian, huh. Well, I'm not too different from her."
Yang Fei was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Sister Miao, I was wrong, that's not what I meant! Really, really, really!"