The crisp and elegant aroma filled the air as Xiao Qimo strode back in.
The man instinctively sat down beside Lu Mian.
Halfway through his words, Xiao Jianli had no choice but to swallow the rest of his sentence.
Lu Mian casually poured Xiao Qimo a cup of tea and smiled, "Handled everything?"
"Yes." Xiao Qimo lightly caressed the teacup with his fingertips, his voice filled with a pitiful tone: "Mianmian, they look down on me."
With this aggrieved look, where was the decisive and commanding Master Qimo?
Lu Mian squinted her eyes, put down the teapot, and stood up, "They bullied you?"
Her expression turned icy, exuding the aura of a big sister ready to roll up her sleeves for revenge after her little brother was bullied.
Kunyang glanced skeptically at Xiao Jianli, the weariness in his eyes filled with immense doubt: This script... doesn't seem right, does it?
Xiao Jianli spread his hands, equally perplexed.
"They looked down on me and even mocked me."
