The moment Qiao Qingqing heard Wang Meifang’s voice, her fists clenched. The calm she had maintained these past few days instantly surged into a tempest.
She was agitated—incredibly, intensely agitated.
She was so agitated that she wanted to turn around and slap Wang Meifang a few times just to calm herself down. However, Qiao Qingqing suppressed the impulse. She slowly turned, looking at Wang Meifang, her eyes flashing with a strange brilliance.
Chapter 33