But Xiaoyu didn't dare to speak the truth.
Lin Wanwan was a competitive person and would definitely not allow herself to be inferior.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" Lin Wanwan was unhappy with her silence. "Do you think Qiao Mianmian looks better?"
"No." Xiaoyu immediately said, "I don't think you're the same type. You're both pretty."
She couldn't go against her conscience and say that Lin Wanwan looked better.
But this answer didn't satisfy Lin Wanwan.
She was still unhappy. "If you have to choose someone, who will you choose?"
"Wanwan…"
"Who will you choose? Who do you think is better? I don't want to hear anything nice. I want you to choose someone."
Xiaoyu looked at Lin Wanwan's angry face and swallowed her saliva. She felt that her best friend had become a stranger.
She was a little afraid.
