Qu Tan'er nodded, agreeing with Jing Xin's opinion.
Alas, she wanted to leave too, but unfortunately, a certain woman was blocking her way.
Helpless... she had to take a few extra steps around.
"You know, if you anger me, I won't let you live comfortably,"
Qu Tan'er heard this squeezed-out phrase as she passed by Mo Fengyang—though not loud, it was clear and distinct to anyone listening.
Qu Tan'er's eyes narrowed slightly, a change from her former timidity, brimming with a unique sense of coldness and pride. She suddenly leaned close to Mo Fengyang's ear, sinisterly sneered, "Mo Fengyang, if you have the guts—then just bring it on. Every day you rant at sister with such unconstructive words... Listen too much, and I'll get sick of it."
"You—" Her just now... She?
Mo Fengyang trembled, her expression somewhat stunned, truly baffling!
Qu Tan'er swept her long sleeves, held her head high, puffed out her chest, and walked away without looking back.
