A few seconds later, Liang Yuzhu ran out of the ward, looking disheveled.
Her eyes were red, her face looked terrible, and when she saw Xia Xiaonuan, she glared at her with hatred.
Then she reluctantly said, "Young Master wants to see you..."
On the side, Nangong Feihong burst into laughter.
"Oh, some people really don't know their limits! Their skin is so thick that it can't be cut by a butcher's knife... Now look, they've been kicked out, feeling better now?"
Nangong Feihong leaned against the wall with a casual posture, coldly mocking.
Liang Yuzhu felt extremely embarrassed in an instant, her delicate face turning red and white. She couldn't bear it any longer and rushed to Nangong Feihong's front:
"Who are you calling thick-skinned? Nangong Feihong, don't go too far!"
By the end, her eyes turned red with grievance.
"I don't know who went too far just now. When scolding others, didn't you think about your own fate? This is called deserving it!"
