He Xiuyu nodded, his expression solemn, "Yes, that's right. Don't you see you're being treated as a guest?"
Qiao Qingyu couldn't help but smile and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Xiaopang, that little bastard with the pettiest mind, had been looking down on people since he first arrived at the Qiao Family Team. For over a year, she really did beat him up every time she saw him.
He always swore under his breath, vowing to get back at her viciously when he grew up.
But then, in the blink of an eye, he'd be running wildly after her in the mountains.
So Qiao Qingyu never expected this little bastard to hold a grudge and to quote her out of context in front of so many people at such an important event.
So he was a very annoying person.
At this moment, her small hand was enveloped by He Xiuyu's larger one. He didn't hold it tightly, just gently, but the palm of his hand was very dry and warm, exceptionally comforting.
