Tao Junhui called over several of his men to prepare everything they needed for going out to sea.
Su Xiyan waited where she was.
Su Qiao was just about to look around and investigate Ding Peixin's whereabouts when someone went looking for trouble again.
"You've got nothing better to do than meddle in other people's business. Why don't you pay more attention to your own man instead? Stop keeping an eye on other people's men."
Su Qiao was utterly speechless.
It was like a mistress taking someone's place, then worrying that someone else would imitate her and steal her man.
The woman clearly hadn't stopped to think about whose hands she had stolen Tao Junhui from, yet she still had the nerve to say something like that.
"Heh. If I hadn't been uninterested, do you really think your kindergarten-level tricks would have been enough to steal him away?"
"Don't make me laugh. From the time we were little, I've never once taken you seriously. In my eyes, you've always been a clown jumping up and down by yourself, amusing no one but yourself."
"Su Qiao, how dare you call me a clown?" Su Xiyan had already been seething over the two slaps Su Qiao had given her at the hospital two days ago. She raised her hand and tried to slap her.
Of course, Su Qiao couldn't let her succeed. She grabbed her wrist and flung her away, then looked down at her condescendingly. "You want to hit me? Take a look at yourself first and see whether you even qualify."
"Also, when I was at the hospital, I remember Uncle Tao and Auntie Tao saying that they had only one request: for you two to stay away from their son."
"So who exactly is your man? You're a girl—don't