Jian Ran couldn't understand why Jian Rou was always challenging her patience, even though she hadn't provoked her at all.
It was truly detestable.
Clutching Pingping's collar, Jian Rou spoke indifferently, "Jian Ran, aren't you very capable? Do it now then."
"What on earth do you want to do?" Jian Ran saw the distress in Pingping's expression, and her own heart was already twisted in agony.
"Hmph! Isn't it obvious what I want? You and this little bastard need to roll out of Jiangcheng City immediately, and never come back." As if on purpose, Jian Rou tightened her grip, eliciting a pained howl from Pingping.
"Let go of the child first. Our issues have nothing to do with him." Jian Ran saw Pingping's face turn pale and spoke with a frown and a cold voice.
Had Jian Rou lost her mind? Could she really stoop to such madness?
