"Do you think I'd tolerate you until now just because you're Wei's older sister?" Shi Mufeng looked at her with eyes that seemed to see her as nothing more than trash, like an ant he could crush at any moment, and through gritted teeth, he spoke word by word, "You better limit your wilfulness, because if one day I can't stand it anymore, don't blame me for making you look bad!"
Being brain dead is a disability in itself, and Rong Yan didn't bother arguing with a disabled person.
But when the mad dog kept barking at her relentlessly, she could no longer endure it. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk, her beautiful face dripping with sarcasm, "Mr. Shi, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said you were born in the Year of the Dog, because not even a dog has skin as thick as yours. Really."
Not even a dog has skin as thick as yours.
And she added a 'really' at the end.
The sincerity in her voice was undeniable.