Having said that, Wu Xu turned around and left without hesitation.
"You!" Miss Zhong was really about to spit blood, shit, could anyone be this bullying? Not giving is one thing, but to accuse me of being sick? You're the sick one, your whole family is sick.
Her breath turbulent, Miss Zhong's face turned deathly pale as she fiercely watched Wu Xu's departing figure and gritted her teeth: "Fine, you just wait, I will make sure you can't stay in Junshan."
Yang Daimei hurried over and took Miss Zhong's hand, saying: "Li, stop it, it's just a princess dress, I have several other styles at my place, you can take any you like."
"Eh! Li, your hand, why is it so cold?" Just as Yang Daimei finished speaking, she was surprised to notice that the hand of Zhong Li she was holding was icy cold.
