"Fine, then we'll see tomorrow," Yu Na laughed disdainfully, "whether I'm too confident or Miss An is too arrogant."
Then, looking at An Ziqi as if she had just realized something, she said, "I'm sorry, look at me, forgetting you're pregnant, Miss An. Please, have a seat."
She acted completely like the mistress of the house.
An Ziqi responded coldly, "I'm scared of death. I dare not sit where you've sat, in case I catch some disease. Who would I reason with then?"
Yu Na clenched her teeth. She didn't expect this woman to be so sharp-tongued and sarcastic still, and she scoffed.
"Moli and I are getting married. As Moli's ex-wife, won't you offer your blessings? After all, you were husband and wife."
"Getting married? I'm not even divorced from him yet. What sort of marriage are you talking about?" An Ziqi laughed. "There are many mistresses on TV, but none as shameless or as arrogant as you. You really should be proud of your thick skin."