When Pei Ge appeared at the door, holding each child's hand, Qu Jingwan was in the bushes, a rose in hand as she plucked its petals. "Where are you guys going?"
"Does where we go have anything to do with you?" she snapped back.
"Of course, it does. Don't forget; I am Ji Ziming's fiancée."
"So what?" She smirked. "Good flowers need beauties as companions, or else they may end up like these petals on the floor—unsightly and defeated."
"You!" The other gritted her teeth, wanting to tear her apart just like what she had done to this rose in hand.
"A warning here: If you let me find out that you haven't been treating my son well, your ending will be like that rose." Pei Ge shot the other a sharp and cold gaze. I'll find out what game this missy is playing one of these days.
