Zhao was brought to laughter by Ming Mei's words.
Ming Mei earnestly said, "Don't laugh. Wait for the right time to strike hard when I'm speaking. You don't have to be polite to someone like Beitang Chuxin."
Zhao nodded, "Yes, don't worry."
Ming Mei extended her hand, "Hold on tight."
Zhao supported her by the arm.
Ming Mei raised her head and straightened her chest, flicked her long hair, and walked in with an air of arrogance and defiance, kicking the door open with one foot.
Beitang Chuxin was lying on the bed, hearing someone enter, she didn't even bother to look up, she just scolded, "I've told you all to get lost, who let you in, get out."
Ming Mei leisurely said, "From afar, I caught the scent of a house on fire. I thought whoever was in the room had already died in the fire. Surprisingly, you have such a strong will to live. It seems humans cannot be too wretched, or else they might end up like you, so low that even ghosts would shun them."
