Little Youyao was in pain from the fall and felt aggrieved. When she heard this, she was furious. "How can you say that? I didn't bump into Yu Jianjia, right? Yu Jianjia was fine too."
Yu Jianjia had just recovered from a serious illness. She was small, thin, and pale. When she heard this, she covered her mouth and coughed. "I'm fine. Eldest Sister has just mourned her deceased mother, so it's inevitable that she's in a bad mood. It wasn't on purpose…"
Little Youyao was already feeling terrible, so these words undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. "Hmph, you're pretending to be sick all day. I wonder who you're putting on a show for. It's as if someone else is bullying you."
