"Brat, leave right now or I'll throw you out," Qiu Wen said coldly and bluntly.
She wasn't much older than Xu Qianqian, but in her eyes, people like Xu Qianqian were nothing more than brats.
"I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving, this baby isn't leaving," Xu Qianqian lay on the bed, pulling the quilt around herself, looked pitiably at Lu Xuehong and said, "Sis, don't let Knife Sis kick me out, okay?"
She had realized that if she wanted Qiu Wen to be a little more polite, she needed to approach it through Lu Xuehong.
She had seen Qiu Wen's photos, and among her circle of friends, Knife Sis was highly revered. With the chance to meet Knife Sis, there was no way she could let the opportunity slip by; she had to cherish it.
"No." Lu Xuehong didn't show any mercy to Xu Qianqian's pestering. She stood with Qiu Wen and no longer gave Xu Qianqian any care.
