Who do you think you are, Qiao Jingyun?

"It's truly been awhile, Sister Shishi!"

Qiao Jingyun, who was seated in the cushioned chair, looked up at her with a smile.

This smile was even more radiant than hers.

"Hur hur. I'm undeserving of this 'sister' title."

Pei Shishi smirked coldly and placed her Chanel sheepskin handbag on the table before she took a seat opposite the other woman.

"Hm? How are you undeserving when you are a few years older than I am? Isn't that so, Sister Shishi?"

Although the smile of the woman before her was so sweet, the words coming out of her small, cherry mouth were laced with menace.

Her fists on her knees balled up tightly.

This d*mn woman! Why is she back?!

As she kept silent, the other chuckled demurely, albeit it was filled with satire.

"I think that that plastic surgeon you found isn't great. Look at your eyes and nose; they're not even 50% alike to mine!"

"You—" She glared at her fiercely.