Yu Chuhui let out an "Ow" and flopped onto the small sofa in the living room. "Finally back. I'm exhausted today. Hey, Sister Zhu, what do you think of Wang Yan?"
"Brother Yan is a good person. I think he really understands me. He always has a smile on his face, which makes him seem so dependable. He's not pretentious either—he speaks pleasantly and he's funny. He's been living here for over a month already. How come I'd never run into him before?"
"She was asking Sister Zhu, not you. Now you're saying he's great again? You took his kind help for granted. Do you think he'd still smile at you if he knew?"
At that, Yu Chuhui looked at Zhu Zhe. "Sister Zhu, I think he definitely saw through it. Even I could see through He Minhong's little schemes. Wang Yan's far more perceptive than I am—I'm nothing compared to him.
"He's definitely the kind of ruthless person who seems friendly with everyone, but never lets his emotions show. Even when he stabs someone, he'd be smiling. He wouldn't care at all about the heartless things He Minhong thinks. Even if he heard them, he'd act like he hadn't."
"You're talking about me, but aren't you gossiping about him behind his back too?" He Minhong pouted and glared, unconvinced.
"This is normal discussion. What were you doing? Don't think I don't know—you called me a social butterfly behind my back, then secretly deleted it. Is it true that the more books you read, the dirtier and nastier your thoughts become?"
"I didn't do it on purpose. I was just gossiping a little."
"Fine, then I'll gossip too. He Minhong looks like some pure white lotus, but she's actually a fake innocent bitch. She pretends to be pure on the