"Why not? What's wrong with me?"
She gave her a once‑over from head to toe and said dead seriously, "Everything's wrong. Most importantly, your brain doesn't work right." She was worried on Ping Qing's behalf—how could he have such a stupid younger sister.
"You…" Ping Simin almost lost her temper again, but she had at least taken in some of what Zhu Meihua just said. She forced down the extra anger in her chest and let out a cold snort.
"I'm not going to管 you, and you'd better not管 me either." With that, she stomped upstairs.
Gu Yunbo sat honestly on a chair in the living room, staring dumbly. She hadn't expected Ping Simin to be this bold—going upstairs on the sly when the hosts weren't even there.
Upstairs was usually the master bedroom and study; going up without being invited was seriously losing face.
