"Wait." Han Qianqian's voice rang out, and she pushed her wheelchair toward Wen Zhaozhao.
Hearing Han Qianqian's voice, Wen Zhaozhao halted in her tracks. She stopped in front of the steps leading down to the pavilion, then turned to look at Han Qianqian, "Is there something you need?"
Han Qianqian, pushing her wheelchair, also came to a standstill on the steps, facing Wen Zhaozhao.
"Wen Zhaozhao, could you stop pretending to be a white lotus? You clearly came over because you saw us standing here. Why pretend you were just strolling around?" Han Qianqian scoffed with contempt.
Wen Zhaozhao's heart stiffened, and she couldn't control herself, her hands trembling with anger, "Yes, I came down because I saw you standing here. I thought it didn't need asking. Since you asked disingenuously, why accuse me of giving a false answer?"
Han Qianqian mocked, "That just shows Annuo doesn't want you here at all."
