Jiang Bingqing clenched her fists and glared at Jiang Ruolan as if she had seen a ghost.
Jiang Ruolan smirked. "We have lived together in the Jiang Family for thirteen years. Do not think that I don't understand your personality. You really want to kneel and beg Zihao and me to let you go, but because of your arrogant attitude and your Jiang Family's background, you don't want to bow your head. So here you are, waiting for me, Jiang Ruolan, to be softhearted."
"Jiang Bingqing, I also want to tell you." Jiang Ruolan was almost lying on the table, getting closer and closer to her. Xian Zihao, who was not far away, could hear her say, "There will always be retribution for good and evil! It's not that we don't want to report, it's not time yet!"
