The work at the base had also been delayed for a considerable amount of time.
In a few days, she was supposed to return to the base, hoping to perfectly resolve this matter before leaving.
It seemed impossible now.
Humming a little tune, she strolled to the West Wing.
Just as she stepped into the hallway, she suddenly sensed that the atmosphere was amiss.
A few maids were huddled together, whispering among themselves.
Qiao An approached inconspicuously, sneaking up behind them to eavesdrop—
"What should we do, Miss Ji must be retaliating against Lian Rong."
"The burns on her feet have blistered, if they're not treated, they will definitely scar..."
"But how could Miss Ji possibly let her get treated? Miss Ji must still resent Lian Rong for testifying for Miss Qiao, so she's deliberately torturing her."
"Who is Lian Rong?"
A puzzled voice came from behind.
Several maids, startled by the sound from upstairs, shuddered and turned around abruptly.
