The voice became even more severe: "Xiao Zimo already has a fiancée, and you still cling to him like this. I knew your reputation wasn't good before, but I didn't expect you to be so shameless."
The girl seemed to become interested and actually started cursing.
An Ning closed her book, raised her head, and looked at her.
There was no extra emotion in her eyes, not even a trace of anger—cool and indifferent, without expression.
"Excuse me, what does this have to do with you?"
The girl was taken aback by her question, then righteously said, "Xiao Zimo is getting engaged, yet you're still with him. You are the other woman! The other woman deserves to be condemned by everyone."
An Ning chuckled lightly, "Miss, it seems your sense of justice is misplaced?"
"You are the other woman, don't deny it!"
An Ning let out a soft laugh, "What's your name?"
