Ling Qingyu's eyelids twitched nonstop. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her pupils brimming with irritation. Her plan to hide her dilemma had failed before it even began.
Very soon, that bastard surnamed Tang would know about her predicament, and Ling Qingyu dared swear—on that male stallion's cockroach-like fate—that the news would spread to the women closest to her, including her mother and aunt.
Lin Fan: Huh?!
Once word reached her mother and aunt, their persistence in urging her to marry might resurface. What a disaster!
Xiao Yue was indeed a troublesome little fox. And that continuous laughter only stung Ling Qingyu further.
"Alright, drink some water and calm down before we talk." Ling Qingyu pinched the bridge of her nose and looked away from the unbearable sight.
However, Xiao Yue continued choking with laughter, shaking her head uncontrollably. Ling Qingyu stepped forward and smacked the back of the little warlord.
Bang!
