"Ding Ning, Yuhuan didn't mean it that way, aren't you good friends? She just wants to borrow it to take a look, don't misunderstand, okay?"
Hatred flashed in Ding Ning's eyes, though it was just a fleeting glint; she raised her head and loudly declared:
"You aren't sincerely concerned about me, get out..."
Saying this, Ding Ning picked up a pillow to hit them.
Ding Ning's pillow was made from a kind of leaf her mother found on the mountain, calming, yet hurt quite a bit when hitting people.
Cheap woman Xiao Yuhuan, after being slapped a few times on her legs, fell into the arms of scumbag man Xiao Jianhua.
Earlier she pretended to shed tears, now she cried genuinely from the pain.
"Ding Ning, are you crazy? How can you hit us? We care for you, cook for you, keep you company, how can you not see our good intentions?"
Scumbag man Xiao Jianhua's tone carried blame; his soft, gentle facade of the neighborly big brother was close to breaking.
