"Rong Yan!"
She had just reached the door when Rong Weiwei chased after her from behind.
Rong Yan? Wasn't she always fond of calling her 'sister' to feign innocence?
Rong Yan stopped in her tracks, her arms crossed over her chest, and looked back at her with a smile that was not quite a smile, as if mocking her for not being able to keep up the act any longer.
"I have something to say to you," Rong Weiwei's beautiful face couldn't hide the disgust.
Rong Yan, "If you have something to say, say it quickly; if you have to fart, let it out quickly."
Rong Weiwei's jaw clenched tightly, her gaze at Rong Yan filled with even more poisonous resentment!
She had clearly been knocked into the dust by her own foot, but with a little cunning, she acted as if she had gained the upper hand again!
