Qin Weiwei was utterly lost for words, but she understood him well enough.
It would have been better if she hadn’t. When she did, she almost wanted to grab the teapot from the teapoy and smash it on his face. She abruptly stood up, biting her lip as she glared daggers at Miao Yi. Her face had paled with anger. She had never received such injustice before in her entire life. Yet she could not even explain herself in a way that he would understand.
Miao Yi quickly stood up as well, on guard against a sudden ambush from the other party.
