"I think I mind," Shen Qinglan said indifferently.
Lady Shen's smile stiffened, and she looked at Shen Qinglan with a trace of deep resentment. "Sister, I just felt bored at home alone, so I thought... If you don't like it, sister will leave."
Her expression showed forbearance, as if she had suffered a great injustice, and Shen Qinglan, who refused her over such a trifle, was deemed petty.
She had thought that even if Shen Qinglan disagreed, her friends would persuade her to stay, but from the corner of her eye, she saw Fang Tong and Yu Xiaoxuan either looking up at the sky or down at the ground, thoroughly avoiding her gaze.
Lady Shen felt a silent resentment. 'Birds of a feather flock together,' she thought, not without reason, considering them friends of Shen Qinglan and just as annoying.
