He Juanjuan looked at Qiao Qingyu incredulously, then suddenly lunged at her in a frenzy, only to be grabbed by He Xiuyu. He Xiuyu's face had turned an ashen hue, "What do you think you're doing?"
Tears streamed down He Juanjuan's face as she spoke, "Second brother, she hit me. No one has ever laid a finger on me since I was born, and she actually hit me."
Then she roared angrily, "Second brother, hit her, hit her, give her a good beating for me!"
Qiao Qingyu looked at He Juanjuan with a cold gaze, her voice crisp and stern, "He Juanjuan, if you dare to speak out of turn again, I will definitely not spare you!"
He Xiuyu felt a sinking feeling in his chest. He knew what Qiao Qingyu was capable of; this girl was ruthless when it came to dealing with someone.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and at this moment, He Juanjuan was desperately throwing herself at Qiao Qingyu again.
