Jian Chenxi's words began fairly neutral, but as she continued, they were blatantly filled with barbs.
"Actually, I meant well. I've been through this before. Although tonight, you stole the show, don't get too proud."
Ling Momo, who was never one to shy away from a challenge, had not had a direct confrontation with Jian Chenxi since their reunion. Hearing such lukewarm mockery, she coldly smiled and responded without any courtesy, "I really shouldn't bother Miss Jian to worry about me. Perhaps Miss Jian should worry more about herself. People always say, 'The new waves of the Yangtze River push the old waves ahead, and the old waves die on the sandy shores.' Miss Jian, as an old wave, you better not be crushed by the new waves on the beach!"
Jian Chenxi did not expect Ling Momo to respond so cleanly and sharply. She momentarily stunned, her smile quickly fading. She looked at Ling Momo coldly and said, "Are you declaring war on me by the sound of it?"
