You Jealous Losers

"Pffft —" Duan Chaoyin had spat out blood once earlier that day and Chaoge's scarcasm almost made her spit out blood again.

Mrs Duan wrung her handkerchief until it was nearly in shreds. "Duan Chaoge! Is that how you talk to your sister?"

Chaoge scoffed at Mrs Duan. "Quit your lousy act. You've always wanted me dead. My sister? Don't make me laugh!"

Mrs Duan was rendered speechless.

She swore that dealing with Duan Chaoge had significantly shortened her lifespan.

Duan Hongyi's face was livid and he jumped to his feet. "Duan Chaoge, you think so highly of yourself, don't you?!"

Chaoge grinned. "Well, I got the second highest score; I can think as highly of myself as I want! Bite me!"

Mrs Duan and her two daughters had bullied and framed Chaoge more times than she could count over the years, to the point that even Chaoge pitied herself. Seeing how pissed the three women were now, Chaoge felt so bold and elated.