"Wearing such an ugly, freakish pair of glasses, do you think you can disguise yourself and no one will recognize you?"
Li Qiyu was heading toward the elevator when she unexpectedly ran into someone familiar. "Do we know each other?"
"Pretending to be some saintly woman, as if you're worthy of acknowledging me? ... Already dumped by Emperor Bo, and then kicked to the curb by Young Master Beitang—you shameless tramp, where do you get the face to cling to him?" said Rabbit-Face with jealousy.
"Exactly, even crashing Shang Shang's birthday banquet just to catch Emperor Bo's eye," Squirrel-Face said as she wagged her fluffy tail and shouted, "Unforgivable, we must not let her off!"
"I've disliked her for ages!" Pheasant-Face also stretched out her chicken-claw hand to block Li Qiyu.
Her hand rested on her handbag, which contained a weapon she almost never parted with. "Whoever dares to touch me, just try it."
Rabbit-Face raised her hand. "Grab her."