"How difficult is it anyway?" Song Xiaoxin lost her temper, "Even if the feelings expressed are deep, what good does that do? The beads on the necklace of the great writer are already showing signs of cracking. It should be thrown in the trash. Now, you are sending her 'Repair Oil'? Are you suggesting she keep wearing that garbage necklace?"
After speaking, Song Xiaoxin saw Yu Manting's face turn ugly and quickly added, "Oh, Writer Yu, please don't misunderstand. I'm not saying the necklace you wear is trash, but rather that Ye Shu shouldn't belittle you by giving you something that doesn't match your status, which indeed makes people laugh."
"Enough!" Ye Shu, who had kept a smile on her face, suddenly turned stern and lectured, "Song Xiaoxin, watch your mouth. You might not be afraid of losing face, but please show some respect for Teacher Yu. What do you mean by 'garbage necklace'?"
