"Miss Wen, let's have a talk."
Qin Xue had already composed herself, believing she looked elegantly poised as she regarded Wen Qingqing.
Wen Qingqing was fuming, her disgust for Qin Mo carried over to hating everyone else in the Qin family.
"What do we have to talk about? Get lost, don't block my way."
Qin Xue was berated by her, filled with loathing inside, yet she had no choice but to play nice with this woman.
"I hate Qin Mo too."
That single sentence completely calmed Wen Qingqing down.
"Oh? Makes sense, since you snatched away Qin Mo's fiancé, you were arch-enemies to begin with. Tell me, how do you plan to deal with Qin Mo?" Wen Qingqing's tone was full of contempt as she placed herself on a moral high ground.
The Wen Family was so much better than the Qin Family.
Wen Qingqing had every reason to look down on Qin Xue.
But those words were really unpleasant to hear, and Qin Xue could only endure them.
"Can we find a quiet place to talk this over more thoroughly?"