Azalea frowned. She was taken aback by the way Xu Mey slammed the door at that girl's face. That was one savage way to deal with someone.
"Who was that?" She queried.
Xu Mey cracked her knuckles, and replied, "She's your brother's cousin sister."
"And what do you have against her?" She probed.
Xu Mey shrugged her shoulders indifferently. She was clenching her fists making her knuckles turn white. "I have nothing against her."
"Oh, really?" Azalea wasn't convinced even for a minute. "It does seem like you have something against her," she remarked. "But I'll believe you if you open that door for her." Azalea gave a suggestion. She was scrutinizing Xu Mey's eloquence.
After all, she was the daughter of a psychiatrist and a heart surgeon, she kenned her means to study a person. And from Xu Mey's actions, she could discern that the girl outside the door was profoundly despised by Xu Mey.
