Her voice was loud, and all of the Ning Family's servants and bodyguards came over, looking at Ning Xixi with strange expressions in their eyes.
Ning Xixi felt a sharp pain in her heart. Since Lu Qinghe's arrival, all the Ning Family's servants had been replaced with her people. In this home, Lu Qinghe was acting as though she was the owner.
And her, like a stranger living at someone else's mercy.
"He's just a 14-year-old child, can you not speak so harshly, please!" Ning Xixi clenched her fists, "This is my home, what's wrong with bringing a friend back?"
"How dare you talk back!"
Lu Qinghe scolded with a cold face, picking up a Chicken Feather Duster used for cleaning, and threatened fiercely, "Are you trying to anger me to death? What does being 14 years old matter? He's physically matured; what if he loses control and does something to you? Can I bear that responsibility?"
