"Ms Luo, I know you have a lot of complaints about me. If you don't want to give me the congee, then just say it, why did you …" Bai Ling held onto her red wrist as she watched Luo Shumo's voice gradually grow softer, full of grievance.
Just then, she clearly gave the lunchbox to her. Just when she thought that she was going to take it, she unexpectedly let go on purpose, causing the lunchbox to fall to the ground.
From beginning to end, she had been acting on her own, but she had actually bitten herself instead.
Luo Shumo found Bai Ling's anger laughable. Wiping away the disorderly porridge on her body, she glared at Bai Ling coldly. "Do you think a Young Madam of the Fu Family would bother with someone like you?"