"I'm so furious! Bastard, bastard, bastard! You two big bastards!"
Chastised by Lin Fei as being petty, Tan Lin completely lost her composure, stomping her feet uncontrollably, "You, you—you're just envious and resentful!"
"You're just jealous that I live better than you, that I have more money than you!"
In her anger, having finally found a point to counterattack, Tan Lin pointed at Lin Fei and Shen Lexuan with a victor's posture, "I hit the nail on the head, didn't I? You're nothing but sour grapes! People like you, I've seen plenty! Look at the two of you, I can't even be bothered with you, everything you own combined probably isn't worth as much as my new handbag!"
"Especially you, Shen Lexuan, look at that outdated bag you're carrying, and then look at this loser boyfriend you picked. Such a pity for that pretty face of yours."