"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Fang feigned a smack with the sole of her shoe, "How could you say such things? Little Yama is honorable, how can you slander him like that?"
"Am I slandering? Who's the one that said they love their brother in a suit the most?" Xu Laidi deliberately spoke in a coquettish tone, managing to make even Zhang Fang, who usually had a thicker skin than a city wall, blush and unable to lift her head.
Whenever she thought of Little Yama, her whole body went soft, bashful as if she was an eighteen-year-old girl.
"I advise you to give it up." Xu Laidi sneered inwardly. Although she got along well with her, she had no fondness for the likes of Widow Zhang, who was lecherous to the bone.
"You're far from Sheng Ning's league; Little Yama wouldn't fancy you even if he took a liking to me."
"Aiyo..." Zhang Fang said suggestively, "Don't tell me you have your sights set on him too?"
