Weiwei was born into a side branch of the aristocratic family, and she knows Su Jingshu.
When she saw Su Jingshu appear, she seemed to have found a support to lean on, her angry expression slightly softened, and she looked at Qin Ruan with mockery.
Coming from a high place, Weiwei ridiculed, "You really are lowly born, carrying that lowliness in your bones."
Su Jingshu didn't pay attention to Weiwei, her smile was deepening in her eyes, and she raised eyebrows, looking towards Qin Ruan.
Qin Ruan lowered her eyes, keeping her expression calm as she played with her fingers.
She had gained a lot of weight recently, even her hands were visibly fat.
Three pairs of eyes were fixed on Qin Ruan.
She rotated her wrist, her actions were indescribably slow and graceful.
Suddenly, the smile in Su Jingshu's eyes changed to a look of surprise.
A sharp gust of wind brushed past her face.
"Slap!"
A crisp, clear slap sounded in Su Jingshu's ears.
