Jing Yichen nodded in satisfaction and walked out.
Zhao Anan was about to follow him when Mu Qing pulled her back. He frowned. "My lady Zhao, can't you just stop messing around for one day? Can you at least wait until your wounds on the neck are healed before going for another round? Do you think that you can get injured anytime you want just because you don't have to pay for the treatment?"
Zhao Anan pulled her arms out from Mu Qing's hands and glared back. "A person who works seriously, has to adjust to the situation. I can't just stay away from this because I am injured. That is not my style! I will take revenge and everyone will know what I am like. No one would dare to touch me in the future."
She told him authoritatively and ran after Jing Yichen.
Zheng Jing, who had found it strange to see Zhao Anan wrapped with bandages around the neck, found the situation even weirder after hearing their conversation.
"Mu, what happened to Anan?"
