Song Ci could hear the sourness in Song Fei's voice. She comforted her. "Don't be disheartened. You were just unlucky and happened to be in a coma during the two years of puberty." In her teens, her body was rapidly growing, but Song Fei was in a coma.
Song Fei was not comforted by Song Ci. She knew her limits and said, "When you were 13 years old, you already developed better than me." Large breasts and small breasts were something that is natural. She couldn't be envious.
The two of them exchanged glances and felt that this topic was rather boring. Song Ci changed the topic and asked Song Fei, "How is it? Am I handsome tonight?"
Hearing Song Ci mention this, Song Fei took out her cell phone and said, "I secretly recorded your conversation at the banquet. When I have the internet, I will send it to Han Zhan."
Song Ci gave Song Fei a thumbs-up. "Beautifully done! Come, let me admire my valiant and heroic figure first."
