"From big to small?"
Upon hearing Mandala's words, Bai Weiwei disdainfully curled her lips, her gaze landing on Mandala as she sneered, "If it were effective, then why are you still so small? When you speak, you need evidence, understand, little sister?"
"You..."
Upon hearing Bai Weiwei's words, Mandala's expression turned dark. She looked at Bai Weiwei frantically, wanting to retort but not knowing where to start, as it seemed that Bai Weiwei wasn't wrong.
Mandala lowered her head and took a quick glance, soon becoming a bit downcast.
Seeing Mandala's defeated look, a smug smile immediately appeared on Bai Weiwei's face. She solemnly patted Mandala's shoulder, "Manman, Manman, you don't really need to feel too inferior, maybe some men like your type, who knows? So there is no need to feel inferior, as they say, 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder.'
After finishing, Bai Weiwei sighed deeply and strode towards the downstairs, leaving behind a confused and speechless Mandala.