Lan Ruowei heard these words and couldn't hold back: "Madam Shen, you..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, Madam Shen's face turned furious. She grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and threw it at her: "You wretch, who gave you the right to speak?"
"Ah!"
The distance was too close, and Lan Ruowei couldn't dodge in time. Her forehead instantly started bleeding.
Bei Lulu's eyes flashed with a triumphant gleam. If she wanted to humiliate her, then she'd make this woman wish she were dead.
"Lan Ruowei."
Yi Bei was about to step forward when Bei Lulu grabbed him by the arm.
"Let go," Yi Bei pushed her aside. Bei Lulu cried out in shock, falling to the ground, tears welling up in her eyes: "Yi Bei, how can you treat me like this?"
"Shen Yibei, you're pushing Lulu all for this wretch? Do you even know what you're doing?"
Madam Shen shouted angrily.
"Auntie," Bei Lulu said tearfully, "Don't yell at Yi Bei. He didn't do it on purpose."
"Lulu, you're just too kind-hearted."
