"Pah! I knew you would pull something like this and I was waiting for you. Now what? Caught red-handed! Does it hurt? Good, serves you right to teach you a lesson!"
The crowd turned their heads one after another toward the direction of the voice, only to see Xiu Miao with her left hand on her hip and her right hand firmly grasping a woman's wrist, her brows furrowed and spittle flying as she spoke.
It was Qing He, the maid from Song Jingxi's side, whose hand, seized by Xiu Miao, had swollen red.
"What happened?" Old Master Xue twisted his eyebrow and promptly stood up.
