C2019

"My face has always been my own. I don't need anyone to give it to me, it's Mrs. An who has always been losing face for me. You made me feel that you're just a philistine person, unable to differentiate right from wrong." Xia Luo coldly snorted.

Mrs. An was angered to the point that her face turned red. She came from a literary family, and had never been called philistine by others