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Xu Yixue's last words were quite impolite, to say the least, and Li Qianqian, hearing them, turned a furious shade of purple.

Originally, she had been in a position to either advance or retreat, holding the initiative, but for some unknown reason, the situation had turned out this way. Not only did she fail to achieve the goal of making Xu Yixue angry, but she also ended up infuriating herself.

Clenching her phone tightly, her long nails digging deep into her flesh, she nearly drew blood, her body trembling with barely contained rage.

Her lips quivered for a full three seconds before she ultimately said nothing, Li Qianqian ended the call and threw her phone to the other side.

There was no doubt that in this confrontation, she had humiliated herself.

She had imagined herself arrogantly emerging as the victor, mocking and gloating at Xu Yixue, triumphantly exhibiting her power, and then happily listening to Xu Yixue's anger, frustration, and sorrow on the phone.