Shi Liuli left in a huff.
An Zhisu's delicate face was frosted with cold, clearly displeased as well.
Lin Duanshan and the others were also tactful enough to quickly take their leave and return to their quarters.
Feeling anxious, Ling Yunpo thought that he couldn't just sit by and watch Luo Yan suffer—after all, no matter how tragic Luo Yan's situation would be tomorrow, in the end, it would still fall on his own head.
"Senior Sister An," Ling Yunpo then tried to persuade her, "you shouldn't be cross with that Shi Liuli."
"Why shouldn't I be cross with her?" An Zhisu retorted angrily, "You obviously told her not to lose too badly, and not only did she not appreciate it, but she also turned around and accused you of being frivolous and disrespectful. Where is the logic in that?"
"Oh dear." Ling Yunpo also felt a headache coming on, mainly because Miss Shi really was misjudging others by her petty standards—"Shi Liuli is notoriously unruly..."
