Lan Xiao looked up and saw Fang qingci's face.
Fang qingci was wearing a sky-blue gown, swaying her slender waist, and walking into the VIP room step by step.
Lan Xiao frowned slightly and replied coldly.
"Miss Fang, it seems like master hasn't punished you enough. Otherwise, how could you still be so good at stirring up trouble and deliberately looking for trouble with me?"
Fang qingci's beautiful face flashed with a trace of ferocity.
She looked at Lan Xiao with hatred and raised her palm, about to throw it at Lan Xiao.
"Lan Xiao, if it wasn't for you, my grandfather wouldn't have been so cruel to me. Old one, young one, you have charming techniques. Lan Xiao, you're really good, Yingluo!"
Lan Xiao's eyes narrowed and she grabbed Fang qingci's wrist.
She clenched her fingers and looked at Fang qingci coldly.