Yu Jingrong placed the orange juice on the coffee table in front of her and slowly stood up, "I accept your apology, but I'll pass on the juice. It's a bit too cold for me, I can't consume cold things with my injury."
As she finished, she turned to leave.
Meng Ziqi obviously couldn't let her leave just like that. Her eyes widened, and she instinctively reached out, trying to grab Yu Jingrong's arm.
It seemed that Yu Jingrong knew she'd attempt this. She swiftly sidestepped to avoid Meng Ziqi's hand and looked back at her, "Meng Ziqi, I've forgiven you for unintentionally hurting me, but don't provoke me again and don't show up by my side. Don't let me find you scheming, or else I will settle accounts with you, old and new."
Meng Ziqi followed Yu Jingrong's retreating figure with her eyes. As her figure disappeared from sight, Meng Ziqi went from puzzled to sharply fierce.
