The smile faded from Yu Jingrong's face.
She could tolerate being ridiculed, but hearing ill-spoken words about Lang Qingge was something she couldn't bear. Even though Lang Qingge always seemed indifferent to such things, she was not.
She sneered at Chen Xinhuan, her dark eyes chilling, "There's a saying, those who enjoy a supreme status while uttering immoral words and committing the most repugnant deeds describe people like you."
Feeling a shift in Yu Jingrong's expression, the tense atmosphere became palpable. Mo Liusha, who watched this interaction, knew she could not let this conflict continue or else they would all be at Yu Jingrong's mercy.
So she quickly intervened, "Jingrong, they're just joking with you."
Despite her indifference for Yu Jingrong, she did not dislike her. Moreover, she realized she couldn't afford to cross her. She was unlike Chen Xinhuan and Deng Jie, they had misunderstood the situation.