Not Mania, It's Depression

Tang Qiaoqiao looked at Yao Qiu's nonchalant expression. It was as if she had punched cotton. She was even angrier. "I said you're cheap, but you're really cheap!"

Yao Qiu rolled her eyes. "It's better than your pretentious ways. You aren't how you look at all."

She was in this business and knew that this matter was not honorable, so she did not think much of being scolded.

What was reputation? Could she use it for a living?

Tang Qiaoqiao had never met such a shameless person. She was so angry that she spoke without thinking, and all kinds of humiliating words kept coming out.

Yao Qiu did not retort. After Tang Qiaoqiao finished scolding, she took out her phone and played the recording.

Tang Qiaoqiao listened to the recording of her cursing Yao Qiu's female relatives. Her expression froze.