"You don't have to like me anymore, I wouldn't like you people anyway." Song Yingjie, with a swollen face, believed he was being refined and elegant as he said, "Birds of a feather flock together, people are known by the company they keep, you all are a group of pleasure-seeking proletarian riffraff!"
The inspector beside Song Yingjie wiped his sweat: With that attitude, he's lucky he didn't get killed.
Xia Chuyi and Jiang Shuqin exchanged glances, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.
However, the questions that needed to be asked still had to be asked.
Xia Chuyi took a step forward and asked, "Song Yingjie, who told you about what happened to me in Ling County?"
Song Yingjie was taken aback, then said arrogantly, "Naturally, it was a girl who is both purer and more outstanding than you."
"Although you're both from Ling County, compared to her, you're nothing."
From Ling County?
