The thought alone deeply troubled her heart.
"Young Master, I will bring Tang Qingyue out." Chi Ying poured her a glass of plain water, turned around with a smile, and entered the guest room.
She sometimes really envied such a Chi Ying, able to forget all the unpleasant things and start a new life carefree. Indeed, it was a good thing.
But after all, she was not Chi Ying. How could she forget the deep-seated hatred of her family?
"Who are you? What exactly do you want to do?" Tang Qingyue was forcibly pulled out by Chi Ying and was somewhat agitated.
No wonder, after all, anyone would go crazy if they were knocked out and loaded onto a black van right after getting off the train, only to wake up and find themselves blindfolded and tied up in a room for a day and a night.
"Untie her," Mu Yin instructed Chi Ying, nodding her chin. Her voice was light and crisp yet somewhat cold, like a trickle of spring water flowing down an iceberg.
