Of course, she was by no means a toad, but the swan meat was indeed hers.
Mo Jun couldn't be bothered with them and hugged her arms, sneering coldly, "You came to find me just to spout this nonsense?"
Song Ziqi said fiercely, "This is not nonsense, it's a warning. Because only my cousin is worthy of him, he belongs to my cousin. If you dare to get close to my cousin's man again, watch how I'll be unpleasant to you!"
"Your cousin?" Mo Jun narrowed her eyes.
"Exactly, my cousin is Jiang Kerou. Her looks and status are not something a country bumpkin like you can compare with. With just a flick of her finger, she can crush you. She disdains to speak with someone like you, but I have to warn you; stop daydreaming about things that don't belong to you. Have you seen what you look like now? Do you think you're even worthy?" Song Ziqi said contemptuously.
What she hated most were women with no status or position, who had nothing, yet still targeted men who didn't belong to them.