An Ye's dry throat made her jealous of the water in Zhuang Xian's hands and the backpack she was carrying!
She turned her head and looked at Zhuang Jie, who was hanging on her. She calmed down and pretended to be concerned, "Zhuang Jie, are you thirsty?"
Zhuang Jie subconsciously licked her dry lips. "I'm thirsty! But we must at least walk to where we would stay to have water to drink!"
An Ye smiled at Zhuang Jie and pointed at Zhuang Xian in front of her. She suggested with an unnatural expression, "Zhuang Xian brought a backpack, so there should be water inside. Why don't you take a look?"
When Zhuang Jie heard An Ye's suggestion, she almost immediately reacted. Her expression turned cold, and she said coldly, "Do you think she'll give us water even if she has? Don't be too naive, okay? Yesterday, she scolded and slandered you in front of everyone. Aren't you angry at all?"
