A Good Dog Shouldn't Stand in the Way

The dress Zhao Yumo was wearing was blue and gray, and the coffee left a brown stain on her waist, which was impossible to hide

　　Failing to sabotage that cursed Yun Xi, Jiang Yuwen raised her chin and snorted coldly. They would be here for two days, so she would have her chance to make another move anyway.

　　Liang Xinyi glanced at Zhao Yumo's gloomy face. Although the one who had taken the fall wasn't that messenger of death—Yun Xi, seeing that Zhao Yumo had suffered instead was rather satisfying too. She deserved it for teaming up with the devil.

　　As Yun Xi and Su Ximan came down from the stairs, they saw Zhao Yumo had been cornered on the pathway clutching onto her dress, trembling with anger. The people standing in front of her were none other than the two idiots—Jiang Yuwen and Liang Xinyi.