At the mention of that child, Gu Sihan’s eyes turned cold. She reached out for the coffee cup and threw it all over Qing Wan’s face.
Ah!
Qing wan shrieked, caught off guard. She moved back to avoid the coffee, but probably due to the inconvenience of her legs, she fell directly onto the carpet. The coffee spilled on her qipao, and her face was in a sorry state.
“Gu Sihan, what are you doing?”
At that moment, a low, cold voice of displeasure rang in Gu Sihan’s ears.
Gu Sihan looked sideways. The villa’s door opened, and Fu Shu walked in.
Gu Sihan knew. It seemed that Qing Wan had done it on purpose. She knew that the child was a taboo in her heart and that no one was allowed to touch it, but she had deliberately provoked her so that Fu Shu could see it.
Fu Shu walked quickly to Qing Wan’s side and reached out to help her up. “Are You Alright? Are You Hurt?”
“No...”
Qing Wan shook her head weakly and innocently, but she soon cried out in pain.
