Chapter 1800: It鈥檚 No Big Deal Qiao Anxin saw that Zhan Bo was actually helping Qiao Mianmian and couldn鈥檛 help but scold the vixen in her heart. But deep down, she was jealous that Qiao Mianmian had such good luck with the opposite sex.

She didn鈥檛 know what was wrong with these men.

Why were they all helping Qiao Mianmian?

What was so good about her? Any man would lose their soul when they saw her.

Couldn鈥檛 they tell that she was just a slut?

She was always flirting with men.

Or did men just like this sort of green tea b*tch?

The little slut only had a foxy face. What else was attractive about her?

These men were too superficial.

Did they like her just because of her face?

Was appearance really that important?

Qiao Anxin鈥檚 gaze landed on Qiao Mianmian鈥檚 fair and exquisite face once again. Jealousy flashed in her eyes as an idea flashed through her mind.

If... she also had Qiao Mianmian鈥檚 good looks.

Could she be like her, able to make many good men like her?

If she could become prettier than Qiao Mianmian, would Mo Yesi fall for her too?

If she could become Mo Yesi鈥檚 woman, she would be able to get whatever she wanted.

If she could become Mo Yesi鈥檚 woman...

The more Qiao Anxin thought about it, the more excited she got.

Opposite her, Qiao Mianmian could feel Qiao Anxin looking at her. She looked up and saw that her eyes were sparkling as if she was thinking about something.

Qiao Mianmian was speechless.

She couldn鈥檛 be bothered with Qiao Anxin.

Anyway, if Qiao Anxin dared to mess around with her again, she鈥檇 just teach her a lesson.

In her eyes, Qiao Anxin was just a clown. If she could be obedient in the future, nothing would happen between them.

Although she couldn鈥檛 be her sister anymore, she wouldn鈥檛 deliberately target her.

But if Qiao Anxin didn鈥檛 know what was good for her and insisted on causing trouble for her, Qiao Mianmian decided that she wouldn鈥檛 let her off easily no matter what Father Qiao said.

The so-called friendship could only be used once.

Looking at Song Ke鈥檚 stiff expression, Qiao Mianmian resisted the urge to laugh and sent Zhan Bo a WeChat message.

Mianmian: [Handsome guy, thank you for just now.]

On the way, Zhan Bo asked for her WeChat ID and Qiao Mianmian gave it to him.

Zhan Bo鈥檚 WeChat nickname was: Low-key Little Zhan.

Low-key Little Zhan: [It鈥檚 no big deal. We鈥檙e teammates who fought together in the jungle. I have to return whoever bullied my teammate. Actually, I wanted to say that she gained 5kg, but I was afraid that it would be bad if she cried, so I restrained myself.]

Mianmian: [It鈥檚 better to leave some room for improvement.]

Low-key Little Zhan: [Mm, I think so too. It鈥檚 such a huge blow. How are we going to deal with it later? Let鈥檚 take it slow.]

Mianmian: [...]

She realized that Zhan Bo looked like a harmless and arrogant idol.

But in private...

He didn鈥檛 match his appearance and the side he showed to his fans.

...

Perhaps it was because of Zhan Bo鈥檚 blow, but not only did Song Ke not eat again, but she also didn鈥檛 say a word throughout.