Lu Fengxuan left the resting room, and immediately another slender figure appeared outside the door.
It was Xu Manqing.
"Sirong," Xu Manqing couldn't help but push her when she saw Lu Sirong in a daze, "Sirong, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Sirong slowly came back to her senses, her eyes flashing with resolution, "I agree to follow your plan."
She would destroy Lu Fengxuan by her own hands and return the pain inflicted on her tenfold, a hundredfold.
Xu Manqing's eyes narrowed in delight when she heard the agreement.
A moment later, a crisp "snap" echoed abruptly within the quiet resting room.
With a slap mark on her face, Lu Sirong stumbled toward the direction of the banquet hall; rounding the corridor corner, she saw a delicate and graceful figure ahead.
If not Lu Fengxuan, who else could it be?
Lu Fengxuan heard the hurried footsteps behind her and instinctively became alert, swiftly turning to see who it was and delivered a kick without hesitation.
