After Zhao Yali left in a blaze of fury, accompanied by her two crestfallen bodyguards, the tiny rented apartment did not immediately return to peace.
The air remained tense.
Mengmeng was clearly terrified by the commotion just now. Her little face was deathly pale, and she clung tightly to Mu Qingxue, her tiny body still trembling slightly. Her faint, weak whimpers sounded like an injured kitten, tightening anyone's heartstrings.
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