"Miss Qingqing, are you burnt? Are you hurt?" Nanny Zhao was red-eyed with anxiety; this was freshly brewed tea.
"Butler! Get them out of here! They are never allowed to step inside again!"
Shen Qiao was so furious she was about to cry, "I don't ever want to see them again! Not even a glance!"
"This shabby place, who even wants to come here!" Liao Yamei stood up, arrogantly pulling Rong Jiaojiao along,
"Jiaojiao, let's go. Staying in this place for too long just feels unlucky, such a bunch of jinxes!"
Rong Qingqing sat there with a cold expression.
She slowly pushed away Shen Qiao and the others' hands, then slowly stood up, supporting herself with the wheelchair.
Under the astonished gazes of Shen Qiao and the others, she picked up the cup of tea that Guo Lan hadn't touched and walked step by step toward the two who were about to leave.
Striding close, she reached out and grabbed Liao Yamei's hair, pulling it hard.
Liao Yamei yelped in pain.
