"Defeated opponent, defeated opponent, defeated opponent..." Xiyan lazily fiddled with her ear. "If you still can't hear me, how about I record it as your phone ringtone?"
Xia Shiyi was practically fuming with rage. "Plastic surgery witch, do you think you're all that?"
Xiyan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Who are you calling plastic?"
"You, of course!" How else could she go from having her face ruined in a car accident to suddenly looking like this?
Ugh, what's so great about looking good anyway? Xia Xiyan was nothing more than a sly fox!
"Ha." Xiyan didn't get angry, but instead laughed. She reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, giving Shiyi a playful glance. "I don't even need plastic surgery. But you? Next time you go under the knife, don't copy me again, alright? Ever heard of the phrase 'Dongshi imitating beauty'?"
For a moment, Xia Shiyi was speechless.
She had been gaining more fame recently, and had become increasingly obsessed with her appearance.
