Upon hearing this, a flash of murderous intent crossed Lan Xiyu's eyes. He stared coldly at Rong Shengsheng, as if trying to discern whether she was lying. But when he met her bright, charming eyes, he still chose to believe Rong Shengsheng.
He knew Lan Xixiao well; he indeed wasn't a good person, and it was quite normal for him to do such a thing.
He nodded, "So that's the case."
"Young Master Lan, please be careful. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."
Rong Shengsheng's abdomen was uncomfortable, making her legs begin to tremble as she walked. She bore the pain and moved forward with difficulty. When she reached the door, she could no longer hold on, and as if a string in her body had snapped, she fell heavily to the ground, her knee bones making a noise.
Seeing this, Lan Xiyu hurriedly helped Rong Shengsheng up, "What happened to you?"
