"Zhuang Jie Ning, considering our past friendship, there are many things I would rather not say too harshly, but if you continue to test my limits time and again, I won't be inclined to show you any kindness," Bian Yue said expressionlessly, her voice icy cold as she looked at Zhuang Jie Ning.
Zhuang Jie Ning's expression froze momentarily, and she looked at Bian Yue uneasily, biting her lip with a sense of grievance: "Bian Yue... why are you suddenly looking at me this way..."
"Otherwise, how should I look at you? There are many things I haven't pointed out, because we used to be friends. But if you still want to play dumb, acting as if nothing happened, and pretend to be a caring friend in front of me, I will truly find it nauseating."
In Zhuang Jie Ning's memory, it was rare for Bian Yue to speak so harshly.
