Lian Xinying guessed that Yan Ye's mother must have spent the past week busying herself trying to find this pretty girl.
Because it was obvious why they came over today, it was to make Lian Xinying feel inferior.
To make her feel so ashamed of herself that she'd wish to shrink into the dust.
"Hmm, she's not even half as pretty as you," Yan's mother glared at Lian Xinying and, with pride, caught hold of the young girl beside her and approached, introducing, "This is Lucy, prettier than you, from a better family, with better grades, ..."
"Oh." Lian Xinying only gave them a glance at first, and now continued eating grapes.
That composed and undisturbed air about her was infuriating.
"Lucy, this is the vixen I told you about..." In front of Lian Xinying, Yan's mother mocked coldly and directly.
"Ha, auntie, with her looking like that, please don't tarnish the three words 'femme fatale', alright? So ugly..." Lucy intended to severely knock back and mock Lian Xinying.