Su Qiao could not even be bothered to acknowledge the madwoman. "I'm busy. I don't have time for boring people."
Bai Zhilan charged over like a lunatic and blocked her path, her face filled with hatred. "Su Qiao, you already have everything. Why do you still insist on going against me?"
Seeing that she was losing control, Lu Jingwen hurried over and embraced her. "Xiao Lan, don't get worked up."
Bai Zhilan shoved him away with all her strength and glared at Su Qiao with bloodshot eyes.
"Su Qiao! You have money and power, and a father to protect you. Why do you insist on making things difficult for me, Bai Zhilan?"
Ever since learning about her own origins, she had been secretly competing with Su Qiao.
Whether it was appearance, academic performance, singing, playing the piano, or any other talent, she believed she was superior to Su Qiao in every way. Even Su Qiao's man had fallen for her.
But now, reality cruelly told her that she was inferior to Su Qiao. She had lost to Su Qiao—and lost completely.
The man she had stolen kept standing on Su Qiao's side and speaking up for her;
The appearance she had always been proud of was also utterly outmatched by Su Qiao, whose personality had changed drastically;
Even the singing she had been most confident in had now ended in total defeat.
"Heh, am I really the one making things difficult for you, or have you been making things difficult for me all along?"
Su Qiao only felt that this woman had something wrong with her head.
"Bai Zhilan, there's something I truly don't understand. What right do you have to hate me? To hate my father?"
"Your mother was an orphan. Back then, my mother kindly supported her through