Lu Xinyou furrowed her brows, her gaze towards Nan Xiang turning considerably colder.
Nan Xiang was already dizzy with anger because of Lu Xinyou and didn't notice the change in her expression, so she continued coldly:
"It's fine if it's just the class monitor; he's in the same social class as you, and if you want to compete with him, go ahead. But what about Tang Jingxing? What makes you think you're qualified to compete with me for him? Are you worthy of him?"
Lu Xinyou: "???"
So she's belittling her classmates and praising herself at the same time?
It wasn't enough to step on her, but she had to drag an innocent class monitor into this. What was she trying to do?
Even Lu Xinyou, with her good temper, was angered by Nan Xiang's words.
Moreover, as the daughter of "Lu Aotian," her temper was also inherited.
Lu Xinyou leisurely took the hairband off her wrist, tied her loose hair into a ponytail, and looked at Nan Xiang's liver-colored face, saying: