The old man left in a hurry. Xia rushuang hugged her own arm, still shivering from the cold.
She lowered her head and gritted her teeth.
This was her position in the family. She was drenched and shivering from the cold, and no one had given her a dry towel for so long. You didn't even tell me to change your clothes!
Xia rushuang sneered. She had to survive this crisis.
As long as she crossed this wooden bridge, her future would definitely be smooth, and she would be able to come back to life.
As for nie qiuping, Hmph ... She would have a way. She would not allow that woman to exist in her world for too long.
"Miss rushuang," the maid said, walking over."You should go back to your room and rest."
Xia rushuang raised her head, and the ferocity on her face instantly turned into a gentle smile.""Okay, I'll go upstairs first. Is my room ... Still there?"
She asked carefully.
"It's still there. "The maid nodded.
"Thank you," he said.
