Han Yeming had known that Tang Yuxin was not a simple girl, but this was the first time he had seen her so sharp-tongued and unforgiving. Beauty Li Qing, who was sitting beside Tang Jin Chen, was choked speechless by her.

"As for me, I just wanted to say something nice for you. Yu Xin, you misunderstood me." The standard smile of Li Qing's excellent tutelage could not be restrained, and she could barely smile.

"No need. I never need someone to put in a good word ...