Dong Huiying charged into the kitchen, scooped up some water with a ladle, and guzzled it down furiously. After hearing Liang Yuening's footsteps, she angrily tossed the ladle aside.
Great, she had come to realize this guy was like a clingy tail—like toffee that you just can't shake off, sticking to you and impossible to pull away.
Yixuan was sitting on a small stool picking vegetables. He glanced at Dong Huiying and then at Fifth Brother, barely holding back his laughter.
"What's got into you?"
"Nothing," Dong Huiying snapped, glowering at Liang Yuening.
Yue Ning thought to himself, why is she glaring at me when it's her with the history of trouble!
But Dong Huiying just didn't get it. During her days at the Liang family's home, she busied herself applying facial masks, helping the brothers treat their wounds, and even preparing medicinal baths for Second Brother Liang Shuyu. She was being so good; why was he still acting like this?
