"Go home? What home?" Ou Jiao said angrily, mixed with a sense of triumph. "You're not a real child of the Ou Family; what right do you have to talk about going home?"
Upon hearing this, Ou Lianlian deliberately put on a hurt expression: "Jiao Jiao, you... I..."
Indeed, women know best how to provoke other women. Seeing this, Ou Jiao became even angrier.
Ou Jiao broke free from the person holding her back, took two steps forward, and began to pull Ou Lianlian's hair and tear at her clothes.
"Ah..." Ou Lianlian quickly screamed.
"Miss Ou Jiao!" How could those who came with her allow Ou Jiao to hit Ou Lianlian?
Finally, everyone separated the two.
However, aside from injuries on her hands and feet, Ou Lianlian's hair became disheveled and she looked particularly wretched.
"Miss Lian'er, Miss Jiao Jiao, let's go meet the young master and regroup," her subordinate hurriedly said.
