The thought of her young mistress being driven into a depressive episode by these idiots filled Bu Qingqing's heart with anger.
Leaning forward to block the live-stream camera, she gritted her teeth and said, "Have all you morons had your fill of excitement? You think with your jealousy-twisted faces and filthy mouths you can tear apart my young master and young mistress's relationship?
Haha… you really underestimate their love. Let me tell you, no matter how much you slander my young mistress, my young master loves her, and you can just continue with your envy and hatred!"
The barrage of comments exploded anew.
[Who are you?]
[Are you Qiao's maid?]
[Truly worthy of being Qiao's maid, so domineering!]
[Sorry, we were wrong. We won't talk bad about Wen Meimei anymore.]
[Is Wen Meimei okay? Did she lose a lot of blood?]
Bu Qingqing didn't have the time to read the comments, as she took the phone off its stand.
