The door to Shan Yue's room finally opened. When Shan Xing saw Shan Yue's fat face, she suppressed her disgust and smiled ingratiatingly. "Sister, you're finally awake."
However, before Shan Xing could finish speaking, Shan Yue reached out and suddenly grabbed her neck, pushing her against the wall. In her fear, the tray in Shan Xing's hand fell to the ground. Soy milk spilled all over the ground, and buns and fried dough sticks rolled to the ground.
"You're not worthy of calling me sister. Disgusting." Shan Yue's expression was cold as she stared at Shan Xing with killing intent.
