Yun Bixue turned back and looked at Meng Xinyan. She was in disbelief. She had acted on reflex to escape from Meng Xinyan's clutches. Why was she lying on the floor and yelling about her pain?
Is she that fragile? Or is she pulling a trick again?
Regardless of the reason, after seeing Meng Xinyan in this state, Yun Bixue still approached her hesitantly. "Are you okay?"
Meng Xinyan took a look at Yun Bixue. In particular, the pink doll hanging on the latter's bag stung her eyes. Even though she was in pain, she didn't care about anything else. She began to shout, "Yun Bixue, you sl*t! You seduced Su Lenghan! You already have Young Master Xie, but you still seduced him… Do you still have feelings for him? Tell me…"
Seeing that Meng Xinyan still had the energy to lash out at her, Yun Bixue stood up. She didn't want to care about Meng Xinyan anymore. If she had the strength to yell at her, then she was just fine.
