Tang Huai, that despicable wench! She wanted to vent all her anger on Tang Huai.
At that moment, a Hummer drove up and stopped at the restaurant.
Zhang Shiwan stopped her rubbing, looking at the Hummer in surprise. Wasn't that the Ma Family's car?
Zhang Shiwan had heard Mrs. Zhang talk about Tang Huai and Madam Ma's affairs.
Not only had Tang Huai latched onto Jing Xuan, but she'd also climbed up to Madam Ma.
Zhang Shiwan pressed her painful foot, her pretty eyebrows tightly furrowed.
How on earth did a girl from the village manage to always cling to people of status?
With the Ma Family coming, Zhang Shiwan did not want to be seen by them in such an embarrassing state.
She hurriedly stood up, but just as she began to move, a sharp pain in her ankle caused her to fall back again: "Ah..."
This fall wasn't like the earlier face-plant; this time she landed with her feet in the air.
She was wearing a skirt, and as her legs lifted up, the hem ran above her knees.
