Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei's words went in one ear and out the other of Qiao Jing.
The incessant babbling of the two was as annoying to her as the buzzing of flies.
If she hadn't been feeling unwell, she would have already slapped each of them hard across the face!
Enduring the discomfort in her stomach, Qiao Jing got up from the bench, intending to get away from the three eyesores in front of her.
However, just as she stood up and was about to take a step, Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei surrounded her and forcefully blocked her way.
Zhan Nan snorted coldly, his tone laced with malice, "What's this? Trying to leave already? Acting as if we, the brothers, don't exist?"
Zhan Bei pretentiously pulled at Zhan Nan, posturing as he said, "Don't be like that, didn't you see Miss Qiao is not feeling well?"
