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Xia Xibei's words startled Song Jiaren. "What…do you mean?"

"I think your parents must be great!"

Song Jiaren's face turned gloomy, asking, "Haven't you heard about my family?"

"I have," Xia Xibei nodded.

"Then what did you mean by that? Were you mocking me?" Song Jiaren demanded, her face twisting with rage.

As far as the students knew, Song Jiaren's father was the chief of a gang, a man that couldn't be messed with.

Was Xia Xibei being sarcastic by calling her parents good people?

"Why would I?" Xia Xibei flashed her an indulgent smile. "It's not like I haven't experienced such pointless rumors. I was called a jinx just a while ago, remember?" 

In her first life, Xia Xibei believed the sayings about the Song family too. After all, Song Jiaren was too ferocious. This time, however, she wouldn't be so ignorant.