As expected, being ignored by Zhuang Qingning, Zhuang Qinghe felt like her punch had landed on cotton, suffocating her with extreme discomfort. She wanted to grab Zhuang Qingning and ask her clearly why she had ignored her in such a way.
Did she look down on her?
A girl without parents, daring to ignore her, failing to take her seriously?
The more Zhuang Qinghe thought about it, the angrier she got. The rage in her stomach all rolled up to her heart, making her chest hurt. She wished she could immediately find someone to quarrel with so she would get some relief.
However, Zhuang Wencheng had already left while speaking, and Zhuang Qinghe feared that if she didn't follow, she wouldn't hear any sweet words Brother Wencheng would say to her. Therefore, she disregarded Zhuang Qingning and quickly followed him.
