Song Sizhi pointed a finger at Gu Jiangnian: "He dug a pit to bury me."
"He dug a pit to bury you, why are you yelling at me?" Jiang Muwan looked at Song Sizhi, confused, with no expression on her face.
She placed what she had in her hand on the table and turned to grab the cutlery.
Song Sizhi followed her persistently: "Are you blind? Found someone like him."
Jiang Muwan didn't show any extra emotion to Song Sizhi's yelling, she bent down to take the tableware out of the sterilizer, she didn't need to think to know that Gu Jiangnian had tormented her.
With a click, she reached out to close the sterilizer and responded leisurely: "If I weren't blind, would I give you money?"
"Where's perfection? Being rich is being a boss," Jiang Muwan's words were earnest and sincere.
Giving Song Sizhi no chance to refute.
She felt a lump in her throat, unable to go up or down.