Situtu Qinger: "What's the use of feeling wronged? We need to be strategic."
"Strategic, what strategy?" Orchid didn't understand. The Eldest Legitimate Daughter was humiliated; what further strategy is needed?
Situtu Qinger did not speak further, she simply picked up the teacup and sipped her tea leisurely, letting others spout those unbearable words, as if the person they were discussing was not her.
Orchid, on the other hand, grew angrier the more she listened, wishing she could tear their mouths apart.
From the hall, one could see the winding corridors outside.
Situtu Qinger's eyes were constantly watching the outside.
She stretched out her delicate fingers, picked up the small teacup, and gently sipped the tea. With a glance, she spotted several slender figures walking towards them.
She put down the teacup, stood up, and walked all the way to Miss Qian, slapping her face hard: "Smack!"
