Zhuang Chujiao looked at Mu Yan, her eyes full of unwillingness, asking her to apologize? Impossible!
Mu Yan didn't care about Zhuang Chujiao's apology, nor did she want to give her any face, and directly sat down.
Liang Rong saw that her daughter had forgotten everything she told her yesterday, and pinched her arm.
"Ah!" Zhuang Chujiao cried out in pain and looked at Liang Rong with displeasure in her eyes, "Mom, what are you doing!"
Liang Rong's face was a bit embarrassed, this girl was really driving her mad.
"What a commotion so early in the morning, making my head dizzy," Mrs. Zhuang said irritably.
Liang Rong's expression changed slightly, and she couldn't care about Zhuang Chujiao's mood anymore. She dragged her over to Mu Yan and said, "Nuannuan, yesterday's incident was a misunderstanding, don't be angry with your sister."
