Then, Zhang Xiuli took Gu Zhiqi to the restroom of the beauty salon.
As soon as they entered the restroom, Zhang Xiuli closed the door and her face turned sour and mean, "How many times have I told you not to look for me, not to look for me, but you just wouldn't listen. Are you like dog skin plaster that just won't come off?"
"Don't you look at what you really are? I've said it; I will not introduce you to the Yuk Family."
"Your dad is dead, so just stay with your stepmother and have a good life. Why are you coming to me, huh?"
As soon as the door closed, she unleashed a wave of scolding.
Gu Zhiqi didn't respond to the tirade, instead standing quietly to one side, surveying Zhang Xiuli from head to toe, then slightly lowering her eyes suffused with contemplative hues.
