Zhuang Rouhui stared at the coldness in their eyes, a nameless anger rising in her heart.
"Speak, have you both become mute?"
"We are about to board the plane, don't block the way," Li Ruyu said, pushing her luggage past Zhuang Rouhui.
Li Ruyun suddenly giggled, her face filled with malice as she stared at Zhuang Rouhui.
"Do you know? You are heavy with resentment. Have you been possessed by some filthy thing lately?"
Zhuang Rouhui's complexion turned severe, thinking back to the continuous nightmares she had been having recently, and she couldn't help but take a step back.
Feeling that this reaction was too cowardly, she retorted with a tough exterior but inner fragility, "What nonsense are you talking about? Is this what they teach you after sending you to school?"
"Whatever you say," Li Ruyun shrugged her shoulders, she was not like Li Ruyu, that fool.
Even now, Li Ruyu might still harbor some expectations towards Zhuang Rouhui.