Zi Ying sneered coldly as she looked at Wang Hao and said, "Little Sister Yin Hu, just how young were you when you went blind? There are pillars of the community everywhere; how did you end up picking such a crooked-neck tree?"
Hearing Zi Ying's naked mockery, Wang Hao felt a bit flustered.
"What the hell, when did I become a crooked-neck tree?"
Yin Hu, however, didn't get angry but simply giggled and said, "I just like crooked-neck trees, what, do you have a problem with that, Sister Zi Ying?"
Wang Hao's face was a picture of embarrassment as he mumbled, "Alright, I admit it, I'm a crooked-neck tree."
Seeing Yin Hu forcibly intervening, Zi Ying realized that continuing the dispute would be pointless, so she gave a cold smile and said, "Little Sister Yin Hu, I'll give you face this time and let it slide. But there won't be a next time; you better keep your man in check!"
Yin Hu's lips twitched as she responded, "Sister Zi Ying, why do I detect a hint of sourness in your words?"