In the future, when it really feels like getting slapped in the face, who knows how much it'll hurt.
Qiao Chuchu thought about the possibility of being slapped in the face in the future. She fell onto the sofa with a miserable face... The movement was too intense, pulling on her wound, making her gasp in pain.
Qiao Chuchu sighed in despair; life is just unbearable.
After a while, someone rang the doorbell, and Qiao Chuchu went to open the door.
It was the Fu Family's maid, someone very familiar with everything about the Fu Family.
"Miss Qiao." The maid from the Fu Family called out to Qiao Chuchu with an enthusiastic smile.
Qiao Chuchu nodded awkwardly, "Thank you, Sister Wang."
