"Oh? How do you know, what they say, must be bad for you?"

Lin Menya shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently.

"Those who are close to me will surely speak highly of me, and those who loathe me will want to step on me into the eighteen layers of hell. Therefore, none of their words can be trusted."

Murong Yan's smile was shallow, seemingly interested in her words.

"So, Miss Miyagi isn't afraid of rumors?"

"Wrong!" Lin Mengya looked at him solemnly, "It's ...