"This lady really has no manners," Xiaolong said displeased.
Shen Mianmian revealed a mocking smile, "We only respond with courtesy when others show us courtesy."
"Exactly," Yang Xiaoxi echoed.
"Shen Mianmian, what's all this about manners?" Zhou Siyu sneered, "Are you just jealous that I found a boyfriend better than yours?"
Shen Mianmian glanced at Xiaolong's dark skin and curled her lips with a hint of mockery, "Sorry, but the type you like, I really can't appreciate."
It wasn't that she looked down on Xiaolong's skin color or appearance; it was his character she despised.
Zhou Siyu's lips tightened as she retorted, "As long as I appreciate him, why do I need your approval?"
In truth, she too didn't think much of Xiaolong's looks or skin color, but Xiaolong was wealthy and the son of a Tribal Chief, and for that reason alone, she would not give up on him.
Her good days ahead all depended on Xiaolong.
