"Qiao Anchu, don't play the victim in front of me in the future, it's just disgusting! Let me be straightforward, you are just trash in front of the goddess!" Wang scowled at her and continued to suck up to the goddess, "Goddess, let's ignore her, just take any more like her out and kill them directly!"
Qiao Anchu nearly vomited in disgust; Qiao Xiaren didn't even spare her a pitiful glance. She had wanted to make Qiao Xiaren feel frustrated, but in the end, found herself being the one tormented instead.
Though angry, she had her main chores to attend to. Qiao Xiaren didn't tie her hair up but let it fall freely on her shoulders, creating a perfect opportunity for her.
However, the texture of Qiao Xiaren's hair was too fine; not a single hair fell on her shoulder or clothes. Qiao Anchu pulled out a small pair of scissors from her sleeve and slowly approached her.