It felt like being trapped in an airtight space again, unable to breathe, as if still lying on the cold floor, filled with fear.
Ji Niandong sat up slightly, tightly grasping the bedsheet. She was clearly panting heavily, which delighted Yingying.
Just as she was about to speak, Ji Niandong suddenly reached for the fruit basket on the table, grabbed an apple, and hurled it at Yingying.
"How dare you throw things at me!" Even before Yingying finished her sentence, another apple was hurled her way.
"Get out, get out! I told you to get out, didn't you hear?" She suddenly became hysterical, like a madwoman, throwing whatever she could grab.
Yingying was a bit frightened by the scene, covering her head and dodging as she ran out, only to bump into someone's arms after a few steps.
Looking up, she saw it was Lu Beichen. She grabbed his sleeve and cried out aggrievedly, "Brother Beichen, that woman has gone mad!"
