Yan Qingsi took out a miniature refillable bottle of misting spray. Taking advantage of Ye Lingzhi's disorientated frame of mind, Yan Qingsi began misting Ye Lingzhi's face. "Your temper is on fire right now. Let me spray some water to cool you down… you don't need to thank me."
Ye Lingzhi's nose picked up a fresh scent that resembled chamomile. She wanted to curse at Yan Qingsi, but her phone began buzzing all of a sudden.
Yan Qingsi pocketed the misting spray and smiled while saying, "Auntie, your phone is buzzing. Why don't you take a look?"
Using the wall for support, Ye Lingzhi felt increasingly angry the longer she looked at Yan Qingsi. Her head began to hurt even more, and her heart was in such a state of disarray that she could practically go berserk at any time.