沐正熙送的花

"You're not even on the same level, to begin with." Wei Shaoyin smirked. "What's the point of thumbing her down? You're just stooping to her level." Xia Ling said, "We have something against each other." Remembering her poor child, her expression faded. Wei Shaoyin was no longer laughing as he tapped his fingers on the table absentmindedly. "You can thumb her down if you want. She'll be taking part in the head-to-head competition this year, you can beat her directly. In fact, you're in a more passive state this year due to your absence, while she has been gathering support. So, in the public's eye, both of you are of roughly equal standard." With that, he could not help but tell her off. "You're so silly! You worked so hard in the first two years to garner so much support, and in the third year, you squandered it. You could've used the news of marrying into a rich family to your advantage, but now you're making the headlines with your divorce! Your good name has become a bad one!" Xia Ling found it a pity too. This was not something she could control. She was fortunate enough to be able to leave Pei Ziheng's side, did it really matter whether that damaged her reputation or not?