Before Qiao Rou could figure it out, Qiao Xi's fair fingers tapped on the coffee table. Her full lips were slightly parted, and her tone carried a trace of a complaint. "Is this the gentle and kind fiance you were talking about, Gu Moling? She doesn't seem like much. She's a little hypocritical…"
Qiao Rou was infuriated!
How could this woman say such things? What did she mean by 'doesn't seem like much'? What did she mean by 'a little hypocritical'? Who did she think she was?!
Gu Moling frowned and pulled Qiao Rou to his side. He reminded her, "Miss, Rou Rou is kind enough to help you. It's fine that you don't appreciate her help, but there's no need to step on her, right?"
Qiao Xi looked at him with a smile that was not a smile.
