"It is impossible in this lifetime!" Qiao Mu stared icily at Ye Lingmin. She abruptly turned around and growled, "Leave. In the future, do not show up in front of me again."
"Sorry, Little Junior Sister. I also regret it. I regret it, regret it very much…" Ye Lingmin's tears splattered down.
Seeing that Qiao Mu had turned her back, refusing to say anymore, Ye Lingmin hung her head and dragged her feet as she left out the door.
"Qiaoqiao." Mo Lian opened up her clenched fist finger by finger. He turned to look at Feng Chen, who had a solemn expression. "What are you standing there for? Go fetch a wet towel."
Feng Chen rolled his eyes at him, and got up reluctantly. He took out a clean handkerchief and dampened it before bringing it back.
