"Do I regret?" Xu Ruoying let out a few cold laughs, looking at Zhou Ziying, "Yingying, let's eat!"
"Oh."
Zhou Ziying timidly picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into her mouth.
Feng Lin was someone she couldn't afford to provoke.
But she didn't want to make Xu Ruoying angry either.
As a child, she was frail, unable to run or play games, and some would mock her as a sickly child.
Every time it was Xu Ruoying who helped her curse them back, fought back for her.
Later, as they gradually grew up, by the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school, people had become slightly more mature in their thinking.
Knowing that Zhou Ziying was Zhou Tian's daughter, they no longer dared to bully her.
But there were exceptions.
One being Lan Rou, with dyed yellow hair and permed locks.
However, Zhou Ziying knew that Lan Rou just couldn't stand Xu Ruoying.
