Ling Chuxia stood behind Li Qian, listening to her words from beginning to end. If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, she really would have wanted to applaud her.
She used to wonder why she never realized how articulate Li Qian was. Good or bad, dead or alive, Li Qian managed to monopolize the conversation to her own advantage.
It was Li Qian who was aggressively confronting others, and it was also she who ended up putting on airs, pretending to have their best interests at heart.
Ling Chuxia felt she couldn't just keep listening. God knows what nonsense Li Qian would come up with next. Chuxia slightly bowed her head to straighten her clothes. Then, she brushed through her hair, ensuring there was nothing amiss. After clearing her throat, she took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and gently tapped Li Qian's shoulder. Then, her voice was soft as she whispered into Li Qian's ear, "Excuse me, I'm already here."
