Sheng Qiling's cursing came from behind, particularly unpleasant.
Ran Yu clenched her fists, enduring it.
Today was her birthday, and this place was the Lu Family's old residence; both the Lu family's old master and the old mistress were over eighty years old, so she didn't want to disturb the peace of the elderly by creating a ruckus during her visit.
However, apparently someone else did not think the same way.
The cursing grew nastier and louder until finally, Ran Yu stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at her coldly, "Do you want to get beaten up again?"
Sheng Qiling's body involuntarily shuddered, but then, clenching her teeth, she retorted, "Sister Weilan was driven back to the United States by your anger, right? Now you're using the same trick to get rid of me! You're doing it on purpose, you just want to monopolize Third Brother!"
