Ye Ling looked at the mess on the ground, her fists clenched. She looked up, her beautiful eyes full of anger. "Sheng Junlie, are you looking for trouble?"
Sheng Junlie not only looked for trouble, he wanted to strangle her. "Ye Ling, are you getting bolder? How dare you talk to me like that."
In the afternoon, Ye Ling had to smile and apologize to people because of the trouble caused by Jian Yunxi. When she came back, she saw Jian Yunxi entering the house, and she was immediately troubled by Sheng Junlie.
Even if she was made of mud, she still had some backbone. It was impossible for her to have no temper at all.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and the air around her seemed to thin, making it hard to breathe. She gritted her teeth and turned to leave.
Her arm was once again caught by a strong hand, so strong that Ye Ling felt her bones were about to be crushed. "Don't make me repeat myself. Cook well."
