Xu Xuezi, at this moment, felt completely comfortable and very content.
It was a kind of pleasure, the pleasure of revenge against an opponent.
Xiaofeng listened to their conversation, pursed her lips with a smile, curved her red lips, and spoke more standardly than Cheng Xiangyun, cursing without using any vulgar words.
Yan Junmei had initially planned to pull Xiaofeng inside, but she couldn't understand what the other party was saying. Was she supposed to stand here and be ridiculed?
Just as she was about to grab Xiaofeng's hand, Xiaofeng's pure, noise-free English pronunciation resounded in her ears. This pronunciation was so much more standard than Cheng Xiangyun's and very pleasant to the ear.
Of course, if Xiaofeng were not cursing, listening to her voice would have been a treat.
Cheng Xiangyun had thought Xiaofeng would flee in panic.
